Disappointment chases at my heels like an overexcited dog for the next few days at the palace. Would it be strange for me to say that my life is the same as before, although I am in a far more luxurious setting? My new home after meeting my father is the Rose Palace, a palace built and dedicated to the emperor's most beloved woman.
The secluded palace has windows of pink glass and vases with red roses upon every table, coupled with a fragrant garden of several thousand roses. But as beautiful of a residence as it is, it is not a gift from the heart. After all, the whisperings of the maids assigned to me quickly informed me that the crown prince's mother, Queen Arabella, had passed away here several years ago and the palace has been abandoned since. It is no longer a place of love, but instead somewhere to bury a mistake.
