That night was etched in Jane's memory.
It refused to fade with the years.
So far sixteen years have passed by and Jane had grown up under the care of the maid Hanna.
She had been captured by the king and tortured to death for colluding with the dethroned queen of the once glorious Rumield Empire.
Jane was her daughter and her body parts and mangled flesh were left to Jane to clean.
The king sat at the side with a wine glass in his hand and looked on.
"Little Girl, go quickly. Perhaps you can still join all her limbs and bring her back to life."
"Ha Ha Ha....."The people around him had a hearty laugh.
"Too noisy…."
'Slash'. A man dropped dead and there was silence.
"Clean him up too."
"Hurry up! "He shouted.
"Let's go." The other courtiers looked away and went back as if nothing happened.
"What happened to your hands?" Catherine asked.
"Nothing. "Jane said.
"..."
"Tell the truth."
"Hanna was buried without an intact body."
Jane looked at her hands. Blood was oozing out of them because her nails had dug into her flesh.
She was extremely angry. She counted it as another debt she must repay. MUST REPAY.
She loved Hanna. She was the one who had truly loved her.
Her mother held on to her as a means to avenge herself while she has been hunted by her father for the last fifteen years.
It was due to Ronald's extensive efforts that not a single fifteen year old child could be found in the entire empire. Jane was supposedly seventeen this year so she got to be the personal maid of Princess Catherine – The only princess of the empire.