This chapter… is definitive proof that my life has never walked a normal path. Even when I simply want to indulge in a beautiful sleep like a carefree princess, the universe decides to hurl a plot twist worthy of a 100-episode drama straight at my face. No warning. No trailer. No subtitles.
And it all commenced… on an entirely innocent morning.
I, the grand, the gorgeous Liliane, who possesses a natural charm even when sleeping at a precise 37-degree tilt (yes, the probability of that is highly likely), was currently resting in the most sacred phase of human life: the second stage of sleep, where you wake up only to immediately drift off again.
However—
"My Lady… hic… hic…"
That voice.
The sound of pure sorrow. A voice dripping with so much drama that if it were put up for sale, it could easily serve as the soundtrack for a 7 PM prime-time soap opera—or perhaps the sound of someone suffering immensely while chopping onions.
I pried open one eye.
One.
Slowly.
