Satisfied Now That I’m Dead?

Lady Rorona Ryus stood condemned for a crime she never committed. Falsely accused of tormenting her own younger sister, she offered no pleas and no tears—only an unsettling detachment as the accusations were laid at her feet. Perhaps it came as little surprise, then, when her fiancé, the Crown Prince, severed their engagement and cast her aside. Barely a day after the engagement was dissolved, news of tragedy arrived: Rorona was dead. Her body was discovered inside an overturned carriage on a quiet suburban road, her face crushed beyond all recognition. No one mourned her. Her younger sister secretly rejoiced, convinced that with Rorona out of the way, the Crown Prince would at last belong to her alone. The prince himself merely laughed, coldly remarking that her death had come far too late. Yet in their celebration, both remained blind to a single, crucial truth: Rorona's passing would not simply clear the path to their happiness. Her death would bring to their doorstep something far greater—and far more terrifying—than the good fortune they so eagerly awaited.