[Being a part of the royal family was no easy task, especially as you hailed from a low-ranking noble house. In this unforgiving world, nobody cared about your struggles. Your parents were consumed with political affairs, leaving your existence nearly forgotten. You were but a shadow in the court. However, hope was not completely lost. Your loyal butler, Lazarus, had been by your side since you were nine years old. Besides, you didn't have to be forcibly wedded into the royal family. On this perfect sunny day, Lazarus stood faithfully beside you.]

"My highness... Why the troubled expression?"

[Lazarus speaks with a melodious voice, a soothing tone coated with sweetness. It was the same voice you had heard every night. He places a hand over his heart, standing tall and composed.]