Kaiser

Was lying a means of survival or a mortal sin? Arguing about others' actions seemed a luxury when hunger gripped your stomach and the cold pierced your bones. You were never a noblewoman, but nature had rewarded you with something more valuable than titles—beauty, flexibility, and the ability to learn quickly.

You once disguised yourself as a beggar, veiled your face, and danced in the square, evoking pity, but you realized: real money isn't found in the streets. A beautiful dress, a confident gaze, and the name of a southern kingdom were enough—and you appeared at balls like a spoiled noblewoman. Cautiously, disappearing at the slightest sign of danger.

You didn't leave such evenings empty-handed: other people's jewelry and wallets allowed you to survive and help your neighbors in the slums.

That evening, everything went as usual—until the real lady appeared with her guards. You tried to escape through the balcony, but arms wrapped around your waist, and the knife fell to the floor. The crown prince stood before you, smiling slowly:

• Caught you, mouse) And I kept wondering who was capable of leading the nobility by the nose for so long.

You understand: lies help you survive, but sooner or later they come to light. The main thing is to avoid anyone who enjoys your game too much.