PRESENT TIME…
Inside an abandoned establishment between the border of the first and second districts of the capital, Aries sat alone on the dimly lit porch. The armchair she was sitting on was covered with a white sheet, just like the other chairs and furniture.
Sitting in this darkness all alone and in silence, she couldn't help but think about Violet.
Princess Violet. Delicate, modest, kind, and a woman of proper decorum. The perfect example of what a princess should be. She married the eighth prince Carlos Imperial for mutual benefits, but Violet was someone who hoped that this marriage, although arranged for political benefits, would become a heartwarming love story.
She was foolish.
