Summary
The god must be playing a joke on me. "His Highness the Crown Prince's partner is the Marquise de Lurtella." The oracle was wrong. Chosen at birth to be the crown princess, she had lived as such, but everything had changed overnight. The power, the status, and the attitudes of the people. I thought his love would never change. But he didn't hesitate to declare our separation, and that was the end of our relationship. It was much easier to give up everything than I thought it would be. But then... "Pleased to meet you, Princess Fezenter." "......." "The master of the temple knows me." He reached out his hand to me, the most divine man in the Empire. And I took his hand.
