I am Ophelia—the child adopted by a noble family not out of love, but merely to polish their image before the King and the watchful eyes of society.To them, I was nothing more than an ornament—a delicate adornment placed within the cold halls of their grand estate. A pleasing illusion displayed before guests and nobles alike. Yet behind closed doors, where no gaze dared linger, I endured a silent tragedy woven of neglect and quiet disdain.My siblings, Lily, John, and the other whose name I scarcely care to utter, never once regarded me as a sister. To them I was merely a tolerated presence—an unwelcome shadow wandering through their household.And when I came of age, my fate was sealed with the same cold indifference with which it had begun.I was wed to a cruel man—a marriage forged not of affection, but of alliances and public interests. Each morning I awoke beside a husband whose heart knew no mercy. His words were harsh… yet his hands were harsher still.Wherever I turned, I found only faces devoid of warmth toward me. A world filled with people… yet not a single soul within it that loved me.Then, upon one ill-fated day—A carriage rushed through the stone-paved street, its wheels merciless and swift.There was a collision… a violent blow.The world spun around me.Dizziness seized me, and panic coiled within my chest like ice. Darkness began to creep along the edges of my sight.And in that moment, as the world itself seemed to fade away…Only one fragile truth remained within my trembling heart:I do not wish to die.I only…wish to live.
