I Watched a Play Unfold

She was born the only legitimate daughter of a powerful marquess.
Blessed with charming looks and backed by the formidable authority of her noble house, it was only natural that arrogance took root within her.
Wherever she went, she was always the center of attention.
Crowds surrounded her, their eyes filled with admiration and their voices forever singing her praises.
Even when she reached the highest position a woman could attain, she believed it was only right.
That seat belonged to her.
No one could dare covet it.
No—she believed no one would ever dare.
But the moment her illusion shattered, her exalted throne turned into a blade—cold and sharp—tightening mercilessly around her neck.
Those who once worshipped her became ravenous beasts, turning on her with fangs bared, as if to tear her apart.
Even in her final moments, she screamed in fury and disbelief.
She cursed the world, coughing up blood.
That woman… was me.