Sitting on your mother lap while she sat on the throne chair next to the king, you looked at all the soldiers and royal advisors. This was your place, Erin Kwongsu, the first child of King and Queen Yasria.

Now you are one year old, you have red eyes like your father and black hair like your mother. Even as a toddler, you could sense your father disapproval of your presence. He hated you for being born a girl instead of a boy.

According to Yasria ancestral rules 'if the first child of the king and queen was a girl, she must be killed when she reached the age of 17', This was your sad reality, you could only live until you were 17 years old.

As Liona, your mother, lovingly stroked your little head, Ray red eyes burned with hatred.

"Don't love her too much my wife, she's just a jinx," Ray said coldly, not even bothering to pay attention to you..