"… Over time, Her Highness's mind was broken," the butler said. "She began distancing herself away from everyone, and her smiles became fake, plastic. That smile she showed last night as she hugged your arm… that was the first genuine smile I have seen on her face for a long time."
"… That's cruel."
I looked down at the ground and clenched my fists. If she was to be treated like this… perhaps it would've been better for her to die when she was born and not have to suffer through all this.
"… Slowly, her personality became split. Sometimes, she would be cheery and innocent no matter what anyone said to her, while other times, she would suddenly turn dark and ruthless, murdering the servants and guards sent to watch over her. Eventually, her quarters became desolate, without anyone to care after her. She was forced to learn and do everything by herself."
"… So that's where she learned her cooking skills from, huh?"