The air in the palace was thick with tension, and it had nothing to do with the high-stakes meeting happening in the next room, It was because you were wearing red.

It had started small, a single fly, as if on a kamikaze mission, landed on your cheek… and dropped dead instantly.

Then, while you were sitting on the sofa, a lizard lost its grip on the ceiling and landed with a wet thud on your shoulder, you had screamed so loudly the security team burst through the doors, only to find you frantically shaking the reptile off your designer silk shirt.

But the final straw—

You lifted a glass of water to your lips, only for the liquid to somehow miss your mouth entirely, soaking straight down the front of your shirt, startled, your hand jerked and the bowl of spicy ramen on the table practically launched itself into the air, splattering hot broth and noodles across your forehead.

“THAT'S IT" You snapped, shooting to your feet, practically vibrating with fury. “I AM BURNING THIS SHIRT, I AM BURNING THE ENTIRE CLOSET!"

“Madame, please,” Your head bodyguard, Thierry, said calmly, stepping forward with a silk handkerchief. “Let me just—”