Arisa thought coming here would be worth it. Leaving aside the imperial struggles, she knew people here would be entertaining enough.
Arias was perhaps the most genuine princess of this empire. Both to herself and her desires.
Her siblings would play around, trying to up each other to no avail. Their real duties were neglected, and the empire barely benefited from their efforts.
That was when Arisa noticed Alastor's rumors.
The Daredevil who was wriggling beneath the shadow of the Imperial Family's influence, his sneaky ways of escaping all of his terrible crimes…
As long as there was no evidence, he was innocent. And so, using him later as her errand boy for her own good and the Empire would be acceptable.
Arisa thought her plan was flawless. Alas, she did not know that the previous Alastor who may actually care about her position was nowhere to be seen.
'One miscalculation would be your demise.'
