Episode 1 Betrayal, hair, obsession, love, and empty promises

Flutter. The crown prince with blonde hair collapsed helplessly to the floor. He had taken a big bite of the Sanguinaccio dolce made from a bull that Ariadne had given him just moments before. He was the result of her faith in herself. Ariadne nodded and handed the recruit to Crown Prince Alfonso's soldiers. The kingdom's owner was changed in such a disappointing way.

"Please accept my apologies, Your Highness the Crown Prince."

Ariadne cast a soft glance at her brain. He knew something wasn't right. But she was guarded by someone. Ariadne returned home through her palace, entering the king's bedchamber. Nobody could stop her as she raged through her palace. He was sleeping in the king's bedchamber. Her perfect fiancé, her blind love and adoration. The king's illegitimate son was Cesare de Como. The king's son who did not grow up to be a prince.

"How did it turn out?"

"We have finished recruiting Crown Prince Alfonso." I gave it to Pisano's soldiers."

Cesare's chiselled face vanished as he heard those words, and a bright smile spread across his face. It was as if all the candles in the room were suddenly lit, and the light level in the world increased and the temperature rose. okay. That's all. Cesare descended from her father's throne and took Ariadne's hand in his. At the transmitted body temperature, Ariadne trembled as if his joy and affection were contagious.

"Excellent work. I will make you the noblest woman in the kingdom after you kill him."

"Cesare... "

"Dad is going to do it tomorrow." When he dies, it won't be strange."

Cesare de Como could not be stopped now that the old king was bedridden and Prince Alfonso had been deposed.

"This is where we find ourselves."

She had no desire to enter the new era. It was enough for her if he was happy, if she could be by his side like that. When King Leo III fell ill, Cesare de Como, Margrave of the Etruscan Kingdom and a 'cousin' of Prince Alfonso, immediately raised the frontier troops and occupied the castle. The reason given was that Prince Alfonso attempted to poison Leo III. Nobody believed him, but no one dared to complain in front of Cesare's soldiers, who had taken over the castle. And, like lightning, Prince Alfonso's corpse was hung on the walls of the capital city's San Carlo Castle. Cesare announced that he was apprehended at the border while attempting to defect to the enemy country, the Kingdom of Gallico.

"Look! Prince Alfonso is a treacherous traitor who plotted with the enemy country to poison the king and ascend to the throne! I, Cesare de Como, no, Cesare de Carlo, became regent to protect the Etruscan kingdom and the king, and the people saw me as trustworthy and loyal.

* * * Cesare spent nine years consolidating his position after succeeding in a coup and becoming regent of the Etruscan kingdom. Cesare required a woman to rule the palace alongside him at the time. Since Leo III's queen died many years ago, Ariadne, Cesare's fiancée, was the highest-ranking woman in the kingdom. Ariadne's social standing was dreadful when she first arrived at her palace.

- "I heard you're only twenty-two years old?"

"They claimed to have grown up on a farm as a child." "I heard you don't have any culture."

"I saw her at a party, and she couldn't even match her outfit." It's because I grew up knowing nothing."

Ariadne represented all injustice. She was the illegitimate daughter of the king, who had driven away the legitimate prince. She was the illegitimate child of a cardinal and a priest. She had not yet legally married Cesare, her regent, and she was uneducated. She did her best for Cesare, but she was treated lightly, with a man telling her that she was hanging herself because she was a woman with nothing to offer even to him. Her contempt for her regent was understandably high. It happened at a regular tea party she hosted one day when her irreverence was at its peak. An elderly countess from the old capital was reminiscing about the regent's birth. The story was well-known among the court nobles in the centre, but not among the local nobles who settled on the border.

"The truth is that Prince Cesare is not the prince's cousin, but King Leo III's illegitimate son?"

Previously, the central nobility had disliked Ariadne and Cesare. However, speaking about Cesare in a loud voice as if Ariadne were present would have been inappropriate. Her grip on the fan tightened and she gained strength.

"Does it sound true?"

"I heard about it as well."

"Childhood is the result of an unholy union that did not receive the Heavenly God's blessing..."

They sat with their torsos completely turned to the side where Ariadne, the tea table's head, sat. It was a formation centred on the countess and treating Ariadne as if she were invisible. Their demeanour was shrill. - Even if you don't like it, what will you do, you half-noble cardinal, with this unholy power on your back?

"Absolutely not. If that's the case, how do you elevate such a person to the throne?"

"But there is something credible.... That mother..."

He was the centre of her universe and the object of her devotion. He was noble, strong, and brave in the face of adversity. Ariadne could put up with someone swearing at her, but she couldn't put up with someone disparaging Cesare.

"Wouldn't it be possible to determine whether you are a descendant of the royal family only if your birth record is clean?" Prince Cesare comes from a bad family and is unfit to be king."

At the end of the story, the Countess, who began it, concluded as if she were a Supreme Court Justice. Her stern remarks reverberated throughout Ariadne's drawing room. - Pop! Ariadne believed she heard her patience snap. She leapt over her table like a beast and grabbed the countess by the hair.

"Cancel!"

Ariadne shook the countess by the hair, growling like a beast.

"Without any prior knowledge!" "Without evidence!"

There had to be a way to beat the worn-out ladies of the capital in their own way. But Ariadne, who was in her early twenties and had grown up on a country farm mixed with maids, didn't know how. She had to do something, though. Cesare, her beloved, could not bear being reduced to the jest of such pompous scumbags.

"Cancel that lighthearted Cesare joke!"

"Ah!"

Dessert trays and treats flew through the air as the Countess screamed, her hair tousled. The noble ladies, who were conversing like flowers in a greenhouse, were frozen like ice and simply stared at the scene. Ariadne screamed at the countess and shook her hair with her arms.

"Is it all about spitting out of pierced lips?" Correct it immediately and apologise!"

"Oh my goodness! uncultured!"

Aside from the rattlesnakes of both parties, the drawing room was deafeningly quiet. This was an unprecedented situation. The noble ladies were perplexed and couldn't even bring themselves to stop the hair incident in the midst of royal court society. The sound of men's heavy military boots suddenly rang throughout the room at that moment. - Knock, knock, knock! The ceremonial guards moved slowly into the drawing room and then stopped. An exceptionally handsome man in ceremonial uniform entered leisurely and stopped behind them. He was slender in comparison to his tall stature, and his gestures were one beat slow, exuding a sense of colour. Cesare was his name.

"Cesare!"

A smile appeared on Ariadne's face. There appeared to be thousands of troops and horses.

'You came to help me out of this situation.'

It was ideal timing. May the perfect prince descend from heaven and scream at the enemy for his delicate woman, who is dedicated to him. May she bring her mace of justice down on him and her wicked horde who defy her. She let go of the Countess' hair and crept up behind Georre Cesare like a squirrel.

"They… … !"

"What exactly is this?"

Cesare drew his auburn hair back and looked at Ariadne. A lovely and languid voice. but… … . His mouth was ice cold, and his eyes were devoid of emotion. A disgusted expression.

"Ariadne. say it. "What the hell is the big deal?"

"That's it, they're coming for you!"

"Oh my goodness. Marquez, Countess!"

He didn't appear to want to speak with Ariadne. Her stumbling countess was an excellent reason not to mix her with her words. He didn't hide his surprise and extended his hand both hastily and affectionately.

"Countess, take my hand in yours and rise."

Even the Countess, who had been caught by her hair, appeared to be unaware that the Prince Regent would side with her. But she didn't waste her chance to roll in, and her ego skyrocketed as a result.

"Unlike that woman, the Duke of Regent's courtesy was learned in the royal family."

The Countess rose from her seat, brushed her hair, and then brushed off the part of her dress touched by Ariadne. She sneered at Ariadne and glared at her.

"joy!"

Other central nobles gathered around the Countess and inquired about their well-being.

"Countess Marquez, are you all right?"

"Do you feel any pain?"

"The regent fiancee went over the line!"

Ariadne wanted to say, 'Who crossed the line!' but Cesare's annoyance, no, angry eyes bit her tongue that was about to stick out.

"What are you doing to the nobility in the centre?"

Cesare clenched his teeth and irritated Ariadne quietly.

"Don't you realise you need a support system?" "Are you insane enough to want someone from Count Marquez?"

'Cesare.'

Ariadne wanted to respond, but she was intimidated by Cesare's spirit and couldn't say anything. In fact, if he responded, he was bound to make a scene. Ariadne never imagined herself fighting Cesare in front of all the ladies of the capital, or seeing Cesare mistreat her. But he mercilessly dashed her hopes.

"That one wife is far more beneficial to me than you."

His low, grunted voice cut through the din in the drawing room.