The King never once harbored any feelings for the Queen, even until her passing. Giving birth to a sweet and innocent daughter, today the lively little one entered the King's chambers with excitement. "I've learned so much today, Father will surely be proud!" she thought, cheering inwardly.

Yet her wide smile faded slightly upon seeing her father cradling another girl, the child of his beloved concubine.

Glorym Vict, her sister, his beloved daughter. The daughter the king loved so much was given anything she wanted. The late queen's daughter also wanted to know what it felt like to be her sister, while she herself had never even been held by her father.

"What's the matter?" her father asked, looking at her with his usual coldness while his hand held the child leaning against him. They had seemed to be playing just moments before her arrival. Her presence brought an unsettling silence.

It was more than heartbreaking.