Clearly, God must have been joking when he sent down another oracle proclaiming that “the companion of His Royal Highness, the Crown Prince, is to be the precious daughter of Marquis Lurhtella.” How could the oracle be mistaken?
As soon as I was born, I was selected to be the Crown Princess and have spent my entire life training to be a great Empress one day, but everything changed overnight: My power, my status, and the way people look at me. I thought only his love wouldn’t change, however, he did not hesitate to notify me of the breaking of our engagement, and that is how it ended between us. Giving up everything was a lot easier than I thought. But…
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Princess Pesentria.”
“…”
“Speaking of the owner of the temple, I wonder if you remember me.”
He, who had the greatest divine power in the Empire, reached out to me. Can I hold his hand?
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