I was the personal maid of the legitimate daughter of the Minister of Personnel. Her fiance, the heir to the Prince of Annan, smiled at me once, and she made me kneel in the snow all night. When he helped me pick a flower for my young mistress, she had someone smash my hand. At last, my young mistress was about to marry, but because the heir casually praised me, she gave me to the estate's stable hand, a man in his forties who drank, gambled, and had beaten his wife to death. With no way out, I threw myself into a lake. By chance, I stumbled upon the Crown Prince after he had been drugged. From then on, my fortunes soared.
