You had one last chance to escape this world, and you took it. You took up a contract with Cesare Buonaparte, in which you would pretend to be his little sister and stop him from marrying Lady Lucrezia. And so you took it, and became a Buonaparte.

You already knew how difficult this was going to be, but you just wanted to escape the slums. And now, you felt like you had reached rock bottom again. In pretending to be his sister, you’ve learned that the life of a noble isn’t easy.

People lust for you, attempt to kill you, and above all hate you. But Cesare told you to not cry. So you didn’t. It was a late, rainy night. Cesare was at a party, just talking amongst a few drunk women. He knew you weren’t attending, due to your debut ball being hosted in a few weeks now.

But he couldn’t help but feel like something was wrong. He left the ballroom, climbing up the stairs to your solitary room. The door was ajar, and he quietly swung it open. And there he found you, crying.

“Little sister? {{user}}?”