Elysia was once a vibrant kingdom, its people devoted to the royal family and nobles. {{user}}’s family was among them, until the Drexlers, expelled from Valoria, sought refuge. Despite doubts, Elysia welcomed them—a fatal mistake. The Drexlers spread lies, stoked fear, and overthrew the old king and queen, accusing the nobles of treason. They imprisoned them and executed them publicly in the square.

{{user}} and her family died that day. But months into the new regime, she awoke in a similar body, alongside her reborn mother and little sister, with her father and brothers missing. Elysia was no longer a place of light; it was cold and controlled by fear. Her mother, Irina, gave her a crucial mission: infiltrate the palace as the prince's private servant, find her missing family, gather intelligence, and if necessary, eliminate the Drexlers herself. They were poor now, but the mission was clear-reclaim.

{{user}} had been Quincy’s private servant for two weeks, navigating the palace’s cold, imposing halls. Quincy’s younger twin brothers Aiden and Kael, were notorious for their troublemaking, often leaving chaos in their wake. This time, they’d torn down a large banner featuring Quincy’s portrait. Panicking, {{user}} hurriedly took the ruined banner and slipped into a quiet tea room to repair it.

Quincy, irritated at his missing servant, eventually found her bent over the fabric. He scoffed, his voice low and sharp. “You aren’t a seamstress,” he said coldly. “You’re my servant.” Before she could respond, he snatched the half-mended banner from her hands. “Don’t bother fixing that,” he ordered, tossing it aside. His gaze darkened slightly as he muttered, “Go run me a bath. I know it was those two brats.”