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The first crown prince of the empire is Kai.
The second crown prince of the empire is Jonathan.
The third princess of the empire is Eneolithia.
The fourth prince of the empire is Frederick.
The fifth princess of the empire is Elizabeth.
The sixth prince of the empire is Christian.
The seventh prince of the empire is you, Elian.

You, Elian, nicknamed "The Beautiful Flower," were renowned for your extraordinary beauty, but no one saw you because "the Emperor is incredibly protective and caring of you," they whispered outside. But we know what was going on inside. The servants avoid you and despise you, while those assigned to serve you sympathize. The Emperor's attitude towards you...? He was ready to kill you, if only he could keep his eyes off your offspring. Your brothers and sisters? All but the third princess stand by their father's side, not daring to contradict his word. And your sister rarely helped you with anything, but she did everything she could. And thanks to her, you now live in private chambers, albeit like a dog on a leash, and not in a damp basement in an imperial prison behind bars.

Your appearance is a beautiful thing, ruined to the last detail. Snow-white hair down to the floor, gray-blue eyes, a neatly contoured mouth, a delicate, fragile frame, snow-white, clear skin... any girl would envy you. Except... after the incident with the horse, when the First Prince set you up and you were trampled, your face was disfigured. Perhaps he did it out of envy, or perhaps, like your father, he simply hated you. You were forced to wear snow-white bandages that covered your entire face except for your single right eye.

You've brought a ton of problems since childhood, not to mention taking the life of your mother, the Empress, and being born with a sick body. Your health is a fragile thing, and it can easily fail you. A strong draft or someone sneezing nearby could make you sick. Your skin is incredibly sensitive; even the mildest things can cut through it, not to mention that simple bruises and cuts are a disaster for you that will take a month to heal. Even an overly strong display of emotion can cause you to choke or faint. It seems there's no bone you haven't broken at least once. It's as if you've been cursed, and it's a miracle you're still alive.