Remember me

In the face of the swords of spies stabbing her through the back, a mother embraces her daughter with every breath she has, protecting her with everything she has. Comforting words were whispered to calm her daughter.

Those spies dressed in black robes with a skull for a mask grabbed the dead mother in an attempt to murder her precious daughter.

Her weak and timid voice screamed for her mother to call and repent. The mother whose husband was the ruler of the nation died mercilessly in the hands of an enemy nation.

It should've been a barrage of knights that protected her body but instead, a queen protected her princess, but they didn't arrive until the third queen's body finally succumbed to the hands of death.

“Your Royal Highness? Please wake up!” In the darkness of her misery, she heard a familiar voice calling her from the depths of her mind. A voice finally rescued the poor princess from the depths of hell: "It's only a wretched dream.".

“I am glad you are awake, Your Highness. Madame Aevum has arrived for your history lesson." As Britta held respect for late third queen Aria, also my lady lady-in-waiting, and in her eyes my mother was a rightful queen.

She warned me about the time and my lateness in preparing. "Oh, Britta, you know Madam Aevum loves our dear sweet princess."

The maid and knight in question was Joslyn. When she was still alive and well, I was disguised as a commoner with my mother when we found a young girl harassed by thugs. With a pouch of copper, mother bribed those thugs to let her out.

The palace brought Joslyn back to their service as the palace maid, but, ever since the passing of her mother, Joslyn vowed to serve me with all her might; she studied both fine arts and literature as well as martial arts and poison.

"Madam Aevum loves our lovely princess, but she mustn't be late to her classes or else she will be seen as flawed by others." That would be Arthur, my personal butler, my last closet companion. Arthur was a foreign knight but lost strength in his legs due to mother's assassination and now goes around in a wheelchair.

A mysterious poison was administered to the knights that were assigned to us on that night, resulting in their deaths. Arthur, however, escaped the poison's clutches due to stomach ailments, which caused him to vomit it out.

Arthur holds guilt and regret to this day and holds on to the belief that he is to blame for mother's death.

It seems that I may have forgotten to introduce myself.

Would it be of any use to you? My life might be recorded in history as that of a princess who was sold to marriage, had children, and died young from weak health or affliction.

Speaking properly means to introduce themselves, very well, then. It is my honor to introduce myself as Princess Luna of the Lumen nation. In a few months, I will be sixteen, born in the year 315 which marked the Nation’s sixtieth day of formation.

It's true, I'm a princess in name only, for the Emperor ordered the burial of my mother in the garden of lilies since it was her favorite place to walk, however because of that, the public and those in power concluded my life is not valuable and I might simply be used as a tool for an alliance.

Royal members are interred with the rest of the royal family. But, mother was not buried with them, which may indicate that the late third queen was nothing but another corpse as she was not viewed as important by the emperor and also didn't have powerful ties.

A country baron's daughter, Mother attracted the emperor's attention because she had an impeccable education and was known throughout the land. Mother was very intelligent and earned a top grade based on the national examinations. She was awarded by the emperor for her achievement.

My mother may have instilled that trait in me since I love learning and spend most of my spare time reading books about different subjects and languages.

Fortunately, I was useful in at least one way: the Emperor allowed me to travel abroad as a representative of our nation in hopes of securing trade agreements and marriages.

While I've never caught the eye of the wealthy, I often wear elegant yet simple clothing while keeping a veil on my head and spreading rumors that there's a terrible scar on my face. A man who sees me only as a bed warmer and a potential bribe target has no place in my life.

Despite the fact that women have almost the same strengths as men in the working world, women of class are still bound by the historic norms.

The sight of a noblewoman working and owning a business is not unheard of, but that woman is likely to end up a spinster since no one will want to marry a crude woman.

A belief such as this makes it seem as though men who hold this view are as manly as a spoon, who only consider themselves worthy of something when they can be higher than that of women.

Despite following a strict schedule prescribed by the Emperor, the feeling that I have no free will to do the things I like is hard to describe, for example, learning swordsmanship, I have to do it in secret. Dressed in special clothes, I balance the image of a graceful princess with the image of a sly swordsman.

In those days, no one was paying much attention to me, so I used that to my advantage by training every day. After my mother passed away, I began learning the art of attack and defense. I must admit, Britta and Joslyn almost succumbed to their fear of the wounds and muscle growth that appeared on my body. Their role has been to help me to create the perfect princess on display for others.

My highness, it seems you enjoy this diary very much.” Britta noticed my empty cup and poured me a warm cup of milk tea, “If I may ask, what you write in this book?” She inquired.

“It's nothing too thrilling just thought I might become a forgotten princess someday.” The tea enclosed me in the warmth I had been missing for a while now. “I thought it would be a wonderful way for future generations to come to know that there was once a princess who was far more than her father and husband.”

“I want you to know that whilst your deeds may not be praised by the nation as a whole, it is still evident that there are people out there who are thankful for the generosity that you have shown to them. Although you may not have the power of the Emperor or the fame of the crown princess, you are still saving thousands every day from ruin and death through your efforts.”

Britta was right, I do more than what my role requires, but I still fear that people will forget me. Once I die, I'm afraid that my existence will become meaningless manure for the ruler to plant flowers in appreciation of his lover.

I wish I could bask in the greedy eyes of the nobles and have the pride of the crown princess Agnes.

Whoever reads this, please know I appreciate you.

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Remember me, please.