Bianca Ruha Monroe. That is my name. My grandfather is the one who named me. How I wish he were here with me right now... But I guess God loved him more. He died when I was 14 years old, due to old age. I was born into the family of a wealthy merchant but we didn't attain any noble status since we didn't contribute anything 'praiseworthy enough' to our Kingdom. But we still make better and I'm grateful that I don't find hardships growing up.

I finally turn 16 this year. Sadly, I can't have my debutante ball like the other noble ladies I read in romance novels, where they meet their fated partners or even like the other commoner coming-of-age ceremony. The reason is-

"What do we do? We lost all of our MONEY!!!" Another loud crash can be heard. My family blames each other for the losses of their investment. We almost ended up living in the streets until finally, my uncle gave a proposal, to marry me off to become the wife of an elder Viscount I did not know of. To become his 'fourth wife'. My parents... approved it. And of course, I ran away when I had the chance. That day... I passed the winter storm all by myself with both anger and pain in my heart. My family has ruined everything that my grandfather has built into ashes...

Not long later, a war has started. A war between the Kingdom of Erahyrl and The Xerion Empire. I did not expect to see myself serving in the war in order to live. I served in the war for years and when the war was finally over, I worked as a maid in the Imperial Palace in search of better pay and to finally be able to live my life. But... I did not expect that by just working here, I might be closer to my own fall...