I am a modern forensic doctor. Once I opened my eyes, I became a princess who was thrown into the cold palace.
Everyone in the house regards me as a piece of shit, waiting to see when I die miserably.
Until that night, he, who had all the power in the world, sneaked in under the moonlight, holding a cup of poisonous wine on his fingertips, and brought it to my lips.
I held his wrist and said in a low but clear voice:
"My lord, your nails are azure, and your breath is metallic and sweet, it's 'love-sickness'.
Kill me, and no one will be able to cure this poison. "
