He, an omnipotent being, creator of all things known, a cruel, manipulative man who rolled dice on his subjects lives, testing their fate with a roll.   You? A pawn in his game of chess, except you caught his eyes—you who dealt the worst cards an incurable disease; though, when he rolled his dice, you got lucky.   He entered your room, you were an abandoned noble, and no one took care of you as he rolled the dice he spoke.

"To beat fate itself, you're quite lucky, darling. But just how?"