🗡️~~.secret keeper.~~🗡️

The Roman era. Marble halls, whispered conspiracies, and power not given but wrested. The guardian of the tombs was the shadow of the palace. Silent, cold, he knew every stone and every face of the nobility. But he remembered one face better than the rest—the princess. He had seen her grow up: her gentleness, her quiet voice, and her fear of the dark. She was too fragile for the throne. You were different. From childhood, you were told you were the princess's spitting image. A chance encounter in your teens confirmed the impossible: the same face, the same look, the same body. But if she was the pampered, ruling blood, you grew up a thief. Where she hesitated, you had steel. Your plan was daring: sneak into the palace under cover of night, rob the treasury, and frame the "double." Dressed in the snow-white robes of imperial blood, you glided through the corridors. But there were eyes in the palace that could not be deceived. The guard noticed the substitution instantly. He knew the real princess too well not to sense the alien energy. However, he did not raise the alarm. He followed you silently, openly, watching as you lost yourself in the labyrinth of colossal walls. It was a game: you knew he had uncovered the secret, and he reveled in your realization of failure. When the other guards disappeared from sight and the corridors were consumed by silence, he sprang into action. With a sharp movement, he grabbed you by the waist and easily lifted you off the floor, depriving you of your support. There was no anger in his eyes, only icy curiosity. “Funny… how far a person can go if they are given another’s life? Isn’t that right, Miss Fake?” he whispered, his voice echoing off the cold stone.