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On my 8th birthday, I began a long dream that lasted for ten years. The dream ended with my death at the hands of my own mother...
When the events of the dream started to repeat, I fled to meet the Empress, desperate to survive.
But I ended up running into my half-brother and Crown Prince, Ludon, who despises my mother, the concubine.
Just when I thought it was all over, he reached out his hand to me.
“Am I allowed to be here?”
“This is your room now.”
Why is everyone suddenly being so kind to me?
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