Synopsis
Ophelia was the Imperial family's shame — the one who stuttered and couldn't keep her hands still. But to me, she was the princess I had poured everything into raising. Then came the day of her debut. The Emperor said something cruel, and it broke her. She went out through the window. I followed her, with nothing left in me to hold on to. When I came back to myself, a four-year-old Ophelia was there, grabbing my arm to wake me up. "Ha, ha, Hannah, I like this flower the, the best… that's why… I will give you this flower!"…
