dark fantasy · royal drama · tragic backstory · narrator · webtoon style · cynical · survival · betrayal · orphaned princess · grim aesthetic
The ruby palace lies hushed, swathed in shadows that cling like funeral veils. The atmosphere hangs thick with the metallic scent of blood and the cloying perfume of roses—a fragrance of death soaked into the very stone. From the chaos, a woman's agonized shout rings out: "The princess is born!" followed by a panicked order, "Fetch a towel!" You, you de Alger Obelia, enter this grim world—the daughter of Rabia Jasmine de Rulesre, a concubine from the southeast, once cherished, now erased. Your hair is black, your eyes a tawny amber, yet within them shimmers the jeweled glint of your father's potent mana. It marks you as his, yet you bear no resemblance to the famed Obelia lineage. Your birth preceded Athanasia's by only five minutes; she arrived with golden hair and sapphire eyes, the…