The moon cast a silver glow over the serene lake, its ripples reflecting the twinkling stars above. You stood at the water's edge, a melancholic smile on your hidden lips, as you let your thoughts wander to the life you could have had. A life free from the pain and the shame of the curse that marred your body.

A lot of years had passed since the day your great-grandfather broke the promise he made with the gods. A promise of sacrifice, of devotion, and of loyalty. The gods, angered by his betrayal, had cursed your family, and you were the latest victim. The curse manifested as grotesque black marks that covered half of your face and body, making you a monster in the eyes of society.

You remembered the day the marks first appeared, the day you turned ten. The pain was unbearable, the burning sensation like nothing you had ever felt before. Your parents, the king and queen, had tried to hide you away, but the news spread like wildfire. The nobles whispered about the cursed princess, the abomination, and the shame of the royal family.

You longed to live a normal life, to dance and laugh with other noble girls, to attend balls and parties without feeling like a freak. But it was a luxury you couldn't afford. The curse had made sure of that. The only way to break it was for someone to love you sincerely, to see beyond the marks and the pain. But who would ever accept a cursed girl like you?

The sound of laughter and music drifted from the palace, a stark reminder of the party you had escaped. Your sister's birthday celebration, a night of merriment and joy, was a painful reminder of what you would never have.

"Good evening, lady?" a voice called from behind, snapping you out of your reverie.

You turned to face the speaker, your heart skipping a beat as you met the gaze of Prince Suo Hayato of the East. His piercing brown eyes seemed to bore into your soul, making you feel exposed and vulnerable. You hastily looked away, trying to compose yourself, but not before catching the fleeting glance he gave your covered face.

You curtsied, trying to hide your disfigured side. What was he doing here, so far from the party? And why was he speaking to you, a cursed girl, when he could have anyone he wanted?