(2 YEARS LATER)
As it turns out, a great many people live in the imperial palace, an even greater number than I knew to begin with. After the madness surrounding my high profile imprisonment and accusations died down from a roaring fire to smoldering embers that spark every now and then, I enjoyed a new status within the palace. Invisibility. Kind of.
Everyone still very well knew who I was. The stares have never stopped and the bright shock of white hair serves as a constant calling card of my identity. It practically screams, "Here I am! That illegitimate bastard who nearly killed one of the commanders of the royal guard! That's right! It's me!"
