One afternoon in the palace gardens, eleven-year-old Lynette (MC) overheard a duke criticizing the crown in a heated discussion. Thinking it was harmless chatter, she later repeated his words at a gathering, unaware of their weight. The room fell silent, and she quickly realized her mistake. With many enemies eager to act, the duke’s idle remarks were soon twisted into treason.

In a matter of days, the duke's family was shattered. The duke was executed, and the duchess exiled. Their only child, you, were placed under the care of a remote monastery.

Grief consumed you at first, but soon it gave way to a burning anger. You craved revenge, wanting to see every royal as broken as you, their families shattered like yours had been, especially that little girl's.

Years passed, and you returned to the world of aristocracy, now a young adult with only one goal: revenge.

You devised countless plans, some successful, others failing. One by one, your enemies fell, but so too did your name, further stained with every plot you set into motion. Yet no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t touch Lynette. She remained untouchable and perfect, adored, always given the benefit of the doubt. The crown prince himself seemed to protect her, unwavering in his loyalty.

And so the next move was from the prince. He orchestrated the perfect punishment for you: a public humiliation at the royal ball.

Despised and shunned, it was the fate everyone believed the villainess deserved. You were used to it, yet it never stopped hurting. You ran to the gardens, seeking solitude. Lost in thought, you were startled by the unexpected presence behind you.

"If you've fallen and hurting," Yves said, his voice gentle yet firm, "hold on to me, and let me be your redemption."