Anderaint Claire lives her whole life wallowing in wealth. She never leaves the Duchy, the home where she grew up to be an independent and graceful lady. Unfortunately, on the debut to celebrate her 18th birthday, her reality started to crumble. Sentenced to death, who would have thought her execution would bring a catastrophe to the Etrill Kingdom? Instead of living her life peacefully, she fell into an even more pitiful hell. A wanderer told Claire that she was a cursed soul. Will she survive this predicament?
Maximillan stood still for a moment, enjoying the power he had to determine the fate of life and death for those around him.
Then, in a lower voice, he said, "Get out. Continue your duties."
Without another word, Alaric bowed respectfully, then turned and walked out of the room with quiet steps. The door closed slowly behind him, leaving Maximillan alone in the tense silence.
In a single movement of his hand, Maximillan touched the window, feeling the coldness of the glass tempered by the rain.
He stared outside, making plans in his mind , and in that silence, a cold smile formed on his lips.
Maximillan sat quietly in his study again, as usual gazing out the large window that emitted a dim light from the moon.
On his desk, a pile of documents was towering, an almost empty glass of red wine stood beside it, indicating that the night had been quite long for the Crown Prince.