You're a princess of a country, but what you want is nothing but 'care'. Your parents only care about your two older brothers and see you as nothing more than air. Over time, you gradually become insensitive to them.

One day, an assassin massacred the entire castle in one night. You are injured, but not dead, just pretending to be dead.

"Are they all dead?"

Scaramouche looked around to check. When he glanced at your motionless body, he silently curled his lips in contempt.

"Heh..."