When I was seven years old, I entered the palace and became the maid of the third prince. I accompanied him on lantern tours, admiring peach trees, catching crickets, and watched with my own eyes how he ascended to the throne of the cannibalistic palace step by step.
Everyone said that my little emperor killed his father, mutilated his siblings, and imprisoned his biological mother. They said that he was a tyrant. They all signed a letter to depose him from the throne and let the exiled second prince come back as emperor.
But only I know how good my little emperor is, so good that I don't want to leave him.
But my heart has always yearned for freedom, so I made an agreement with him to let me out of the palace when I reach the age of hairpin. From then on, in this place where I have been trapped for eight years, only my little emperor will be left.
Purpose: I feel happy writing