"In the end, the prince and princess lived a happy life." This seems to be the happy ending of all fairy tales. However, I seem to be an exception. I have noble blood, endless wealth, and a tender Highness. I seem happy, but what I need is not a prince who saves me. What I need is...
I'll be honest, this is a novel I wrote six years ago, that is, in the first year of junior high school. The first few chapters are quite destructive. Please forgive me for the age when I was worried about writing poems and forced myself to express my worries.