I took the blame for my wet nurse's son and served as a slave in the Imperial Stud for three years. When my sentence ended and I went home, my family had accepted the wet nurse's son as their real young master, taking my title, engagement, and their affection away from me. They made me sleep in the stables and serve them as a foot washer. On my birthday, they even tried to kick me out. Only then did I realize that their “amnesia” had been a lie all along. Three years of suffering and my family's deliberate cruelty left me heartbroken. Just then, a spot opened up for a hostage prince, so I volunteered to go in the prince's place to the far north.
