From the far seaside, there was a count who gave everything to his lovely servant—to mold her into a fine lady.
So her life would shine… so her world would be painted with color after years of gray and black.
Once she became the center of attention, whispers following her like shadows, she was thankful.
Her black-and-grey life now brimming with hues she had never known.
Until…
She caught the eyes of the young, handsome duke.
And naturally, he courted her.
But this is not a fairytale.
There is no "happily ever after."
Not truly.
Because happiness… belongs to those who take it.
And I… I count.
I take whatever I can from her, from life, from the world that dared to slip her away.
She abandoned me?
Is it her right to refuse what I molded, what I built, what I gave?
No. It is my right to reclaim it.
Her life, her choices, her heart—all must bend to me.
I turn her world into a fairytale…
One where we are bound together, whether she wishes it or not.
And when she chooses him… I take him too.
I send messages that slice through their love, whispers of fear disguised as truth.
Now… we are one another.
She cannot escape.
He cannot protect her.
Do I regret it?
No.
Why would I?
When the woman I love… is already mine.
And the shadows of this seaside kingdom remember only my claim.
Silent, inevitable, and cold.