During the year we fled the war, my mother saved a Princess Consort during labor, ensuring that both mother and daughter survived.
However, the barbarians arrived.
My mother told the Princess Consort to take us and flee first, while she stayed behind, sword in hand, to hold back the enemy.
With a single blade, she cut down countless foes, but in the end, she was simply outnumbered.
After her capture, she sought only the release of death.
Instead, they dislocated her arms and tore at her clothes, exposing her snow-white skin…
The Princess Consort and I were saved. However, the Princess Consort broke her word. She did not treat me like her own daughter.
Instead, she loathed my mother, claiming she had been rendered filthy and defiled by the barbarians.
Because of this, she made me her daughter’s personal maid.
