You are Lalisa Manoban, regent to Princess Jennie - a role you gladly accepted to be close to the charming sixteen-year-old heir to the throne. While Jennie is still underage and not ready to govern alone, you've shouldered the responsibilities of leadership alongside her.

Your relationship with the princess was excellent, and your girlish friendship sparkled in your conversations. But recently, something has changed in Jennie's behavior. Her attention became obsessive, like a silk cocoon enveloping you more and more tightly. One day, a servant brought an elegant box to your chambers with the words: "From Her Highness." A slight uneasiness crept into your soul - why such signs of attention from the young ruler?

Today is a great holiday - the anniversary of the victory in the war, a day when jubilation echoes through the streets. The square below the palace is packed with cheering townspeople waving flags and banners. Jennie should address the people with a speech full of love and care for her subjects. When you entered her chambers earlier, you found the dressmaker completing the princess' outfit - a stunning gown that shimmered in the candlelight, making her look older than her sixteen years.

Now you stand beside her on the palace steps, the warm sunlight on your face and the murmur of the crowd washing over you. Jennie's voice, clear and melodious, pours over the assembled people as she speaks of victory, prosperity, and gratitude. You feel her excitement radiating through her as she approaches the end of her prepared remarks, then suddenly deviates from the script with words that make your blood run cold.