"What the hell did you drink?"

It was the last day of the victory banquet. Sharp words poured out on Olivia without filtration. Facing her father, the Duke of Madelaine, said coolly, as if to freeze everything.

"Because I was whispering something, Grand Duke Vikander proposes to you, the princess' fiancée."

Contempt shone in the amethyst eyes looking down at Olivia.

"Just one. I can't wait to see if I'm going to be the only one who's going to be the one who's going to be the one who's going to be the one who's going to be!!"

As always. It was then that Olivia, who had been listening to the sharp denunciations in silence as ever, burst into laughter. The duke raised his eyebrows as if he were offended, but Olivia did not intend to stop laughing. Oh my god. You're perfect for my foolishness. The duke will not know for the rest of his life. With what heart I followed the duke in the banquet hall. At this moment, what my expectations were disastrously shattered.

"Can't you answer me right now?"

"Let me tell you, can you believe it now?"

"What?"

His eyes shot through Olivia. I always endured that gaze. One day, one day, those eyes would look at me fondly, and I would admit that I was my father's daughter, and I had never doubted. There were times when I was glad to see the duke's silver hair, the same as my hair color, and to share the characteristics of the Duke of Madelaine. Now it wasn't. My efforts were so far. Olivia whitened.

"Then I'll tell you. I want to ask your highness to marry me, and I want you to marry me, and I want you to marry me, and I want you to marry me, and I want you to marry me, and I want you to marry me, and I want you to marry me, and I want you to marry me, and I want you to marry me,"

"Watch your mouth. Shut up."

"The Duke Himself, who brought me to the mansion to send me as his Highness's fiancée instead of Ezella, is here."

"Shut the heck up!"

A ferocious old castle shook the night. The sound of birds flying in amazement was raucous. The Duke of Madelaine looked at Olivia as if she had lost her reason. His purple eyes were red as if blood had burst out.

"Because of you. You. You, if you hadn't come to my house, nothing would have happened! You made me down as fuck. It's all because of you. c."

One syllable, one syllable, was filled with furious. The duke drew a rough breath. I hated him, and I doubted myself whether it was really my fault.

"Even now, even then."

"...."

"I didn't really do anything."

"...."

"I never let him down as the way he treats me."

"Olivia Madelaine! Dare!"

Olivia no longer bowed her head, even to the duke's anger. It was strange. The Duke, who felt so great, was no longer afraid. Now, really, it seemed like it was time to finish.

"... You wanted to get rid of me?"

"If I can, I want to erase you from my life."

Even in memory of a few days ago, the duke's voice was clear, as if he were throwing up. The words, which hurt as if their hearts were going away, only became low in a few days.

"So do I. I'm Madeline, who's attached to me now."

Madeline. It was the castle I had hoped for. A family that I held with all my strength, a family that I dedicated the best of my life to that unrequited love. And my ex-love, who never looked back. Olivia smiled at all those one-side loves she will never be made up.

"Madelaine, all of it. I'll erase it."

The relationship that I was pulling fell apart.

"Olivia!!"

With the duke's yell, a burning liveliness came all over his body. Olivia wriggled, even with a sternness that tightened her breath. That was the last thing Olivia wished for.

"Up there."

At that moment, one of the jerking footsteps came into play.

"If you pose any further threats to my precious lady, you will turn the entire Vikander into an enemy. Duke."

A neat voice wrapped Olivia warmly. The duke grinned his teeth and intoned low.

"... Archduke Vikander... Your highness."

Olivia looked back. I can't wait to see if I'm going to be the only one who's going to be the one who's going to be the one who's going to be the one who's going to be! A man who is incredibly gorgeous and handsome, full of murderers, blood vessels, and hideous nicknames. An expressionless face that never seemed to break, he smiled sweetly as he faced Olivia. It was bizarre. No family, no fiance, no one else I did my best to do so. I had never looked at Olivia in that way.

"When it's over, I want you to give me the opportunity to escort me home, my lady."

So sweetly. So sweetly. With the eyes that Olivia hoped for.

* * * In the early dawn of Madeleinega, the sound of horses was heard on the stairs. It was the sound of the Duke of Madelaine's departure.

"Good night."

At the end of the story with the deputy, Olivia greeted him. The duke frowned. It was a look from the age of six to the age of fourteen, but the pain of thumping and beating the heart never got used to it. Eyes that are not more than looking at others. Olivia pretended not to see him, smiled and held out the tray. As in any morning, vegetable juice was laid.

"I made it from vegetables, that were good for blood vessels."

Before the end of the speech, the duke strode back. Lord Huxley, the deputy who followed the Duke, bowed his head with a more embarrassed face and followed the Duke. Olivia looked at Shirin's back and muttered words in her mouth that she could not get out. Come on. Father. Today also did not succeed. Handing over the vegetable juice you make for years, greeting you, calling you father. But one day it might succeed. That feeling of anticipation moved Olivia for fourteen years. My mother did. If you do your best, one day the wind will come true. Olivia, shrugging her shoulders, raised her head. A huge portrait hung in the middle of the hall on the first floor was embedded in the eye. The first Konrad and the second Jade, standing on the right side of the chair with the father. The youngest, Esela, smiling brightly on the left. Olivia laughed sullenly as she looked at herself next to Esela. It's not just because of the distance that my appearance in that portrait looks exceptionally awkward. Silver hair and shiny purple eyes that look like a cool silver. My eyes were green, unlike those of the eternal Madeleines. The socialite said it was a shame green, resembling a drifter dancer, but Olivia had good eyes for me. This was the only trace she had inherited from her mother. But it was a little unfortunate. If I had been purple-eyed like Ezella, the attitude of my family to me would have been a little different. Envy passed over Olivia's green eyes as she looked at Ecella in the portrait. But Olivia shook her head. The youngest Esela, who was called the flower of the socialite, was the duchess of the squadron, and the day grew brighter. The color of her eyes would only be the same, so she could not follow Ecella. What's more, Essela,

"Sister. Is it already happening? What about your father?"

It was so nice and lovely. Still seventeen years of age, Ezella came down the stairs with drowsy eyes. Olivia said deliberately and soberly.

"... You went to work."

"I came right away as soon as I woke up. It's late today. By the way, sister."

Esela looked at the door with a dowdy look and came up to Olivia.

"Did you hear that this time at her Majesty's tea party, there was a unique and pretty flower decoration? I heard it was the first design to be presented, but when I heard it, I felt like I had seen it somewhere."

Ezella's voice grew soft. The Princess often gave Olivia a job. One of the things I did this time was a new floral decoration. The floral decorations that Olivia had spent days contemplating were always in vogue in the name of the Princess. It was popular, and the story was told to Ezella, who never attended a tea party.

That's what I saw in your sister's room,"

"I had a few things from her Majesty before the tea party. If you like, I'll send you a few to your room."

Olivia said dryly. The answer seemed to be different from her expectations, and Kim's face was still visible on Ecella's face, but Olivia didn't know.

"Thank you. Oh, and. If you're Veronia today, my friend is having a tea party, can you come with me? She was so proud of her cousin."

Esela was looking at me with a full face of expectation. The two sparkling eyes and the flushed face did not go out of their way to cut them down unkind.

"Uh, I am."

"Ezella."

A soft voice rose above Olivia's voice. Ezella looked up the stairs with a twinkle in her eye. It was Conrad.

"Brother!"

Ezella naturally ran to Conrad and hung him by the neck. Konrad, lightly hugging Ecella, faced Olivia with cool eyes. Olivia knew better than anyone that those eyes were a warning. Warning not to be with Ecella. Konrad asked affectionately.

"What were you talking about?"

"Oh, I was asking my sister to come with me to Veronia's tea party."

"Yeah? Olivia by the way. It's Wednesday today,but you haven't departed yet?"

"Oh right! It was today, wasn't it? Your Highness will wait!"

Conrad naturally turned the topic. Ezella nodded at the reason she could no longer sleep.

"That's it. Thank you. Brother."

Conrad's face was a little distorted, but Olivia didn't know. Olivia was called Brother. It's like a family. That little connection was good.

"Then sister. Next time, I'll go with you. Next time, I'll ask you early!"

Esela looked at Olivia with a sorry look and said, " Oh, my god." Olivia averted her gaze. No matter how early you told me the next time, you wouldn't be with Ezella.

"Wow. You don't even ask me to come with you, do you, Esela?"

"Chi. Go with your brother and do something. Everyone will be looking at your brother."

Hahaha. Konrad laughed coolly. Ecella, who was going up the stairs with a heartache, looked round at Olivia with a twinkling thought.

"Indeed! Sister! You didn't forget dinner tonight, did you? Good luck!"

Ezella, shaking her hand vigorously, jumped back up the stairs. Konrad, walking along Esela, said as he passed.

"... Stick to yourself. Don't think about coming to Esela."

A sharp voice stabbed Olivia. Olivia, looking at the back of the walk, held her breath slowly and exhaled. Six years old, Olivia had been in her own way since she first entered Madelaine. Usually, this is all gone. Even when I came up to my room, the upset that had accumulated today did not disappear. Olivia opened a drawer. I took out the diary I'm using now out of five stacked diaries and laughed.

"Oh, I wrote it all."

Olivia murmured at the end of the text. On the way home, I thought I should buy another book, and I put a diary in it. The first diary, which was exceptionally hand-worn, was stuck in my eyes. Olivia unfolded her diary. - Today I meet Elssa contemptuously. He was never aristocratic, so he was told to fix it. You should never do that from next time. - Dining manners were not elegant. My father said his taste buds were falling. You should never do that. Let's keep thinking. Olivia. Don't make mistakes and keep doing your best. The letters were smeared and the paper was crying. But thanks to this diary, I was able to get better. I always wrote down the points I had pointed out and tried not to do it again. So, these marks were no big deal. Olivia's hand stopped as she glanced at the diary.

- Maybe, I'm very worried about being here, my first diary I wrote. In an endless sentence, Olivia bit the flesh inside her mouth. At the age of six, I remembered a time when my life had changed. It all began with the death of my mother. * * * Street turning bell of bums and poverty. Olivia was born and lived there. With a beautiful mother. A rat on my forearm appeared from time to time, and a loaf of bread was a detectable routine. But Olivia was happy. My mother's singing and dancing made the whole situation magical. It was when Olivia was six that happiness went out of the door. My mother, who was out of work, collapsed. I didn't hear any medicine, and my mother continued to wither. It was one day. Her mother, looking inquiringly at Olivia, took Olivia's hand. This hand was not my mother's hand. The hand that held it with strong, gentle force was as if it would be crushed by Olivia's hand. I've endured many days, and I can't stand it anymore, so Olivia cried.

"Liv, my, baby. Why, cry. Huh?"

The voice that soothed me broke. There was no trace of her mother singing in a voice as fine as a canary. I was a young age, but I had a certain intuition. So, that hunch that I'll never see my mother again. It was the same with my mother.

"Liv. Now you have to listen. Baby."

After a long time, Olivia stopped her tears and sat down by her mother's side.

"Yeah."

"Your father will be here soon."

"... My father is dead."

"It was a lie. Sorry. Baby."

"...."

"I'm sorry. Rib."

"No."

Olivia shook her head. I didn't understand what my mother was saying with a little headache, but I didn't need to be sorry for my mother. My mother was happy enough to be alone.

"Baby. There, there will be a brother, there will be a sister, there will be a sister. You may be strange, but. You know?"

My mother breathed slowly and spoke slowly.

"... If you do your best,"

"Everything will be done."

Olivia replied. Her mother's eyes bent round as if they were right. That was the last laugh. A few days later in the morning, my mother no longer moved. In front of the house, where he had returned from his rustic funeral, a carriage stood that did not match the street. The man standing next to the carriage looked down at Olivia. In the cold gaze, Olivia clenched her shoulders.

"You see the color of her hair, and she's right."

The man kicked his tongue and held out his hand to Olivia. The man's hand held the same thread anklet that his mother had left as a keepsake.

"I received a letter. Come with me."