During the days of captivity at the Caldwell Family, Grace River had been pondering.
Starting from her birth in the royal lineage of Mont until the day she was captured after her defeat.
For hundreds of years, Grace River had never had a moment like this, where she could stay quietly.
Thinking quietly.
She didn't have to do anything or consider any matters.
Royal childhoods were spent among various arts like music, chess, calligraphy, and painting.
A bit older, they would begin their martial arts training.
She was a princess.
Watched by countless eyes.
Her every move was magnified infinitely.
Grace River had to always uphold the royal example, wearing a mask of hypocrisy.
Staying alone in her room each day, driving away the maids, was her happiest time.
Later, she became the Vein Holder of the royal lineage.
The Mont royal family was peculiar.
Grace River's father was not the Vein Holder.
The true Vein Holder was her uncle.
The family was split into two factions.
