The air was damp, an empty silence filled the air as subtle footsteps could be heard walking through the barren prison.

“Ha! You look so pathetic; the first daughter of a count, miserably sitting in a prison cell.”  Said the person with a satisfied expression.

The girl below her glared at her from the prison cell, not bothering to waste her breath speaking to her.

“You know, I heard Father mentioning your execution,” she said with a smirk.

The girl leans down, gently placing a small bottle onto the ground in the prison cell. “Poison, if you want to save yourself the embarrassment of a public execution.”

“Guess that’s what you get for trying to murder the fiancé of a marquis”

I was the first daughter of Count Lassen. My life was pretty peaceful and uneventful, until my mother left without a word when I was only nine.

Afterwards, my father ended up instantly bringing home a mistress and her illegitimate child, who became my younger sister.

At first not much had changed, and I tried to get along with my newly adopted sister, but I soon realized that despite her being here for only a short time, she had managed to gain the favor of everyone in the Lassen estate, including my father. I might have been fairly young, but I wasn’t that stupid, and had early on realized that she’d replaced my position in the Lassen household.

Despite all that happened I still tried to be on good terms with my younger sister, even though my father had no longer paid any attention to me. Despite how hard I studied or practiced my etiquette. Despite the fact that the son of the marquis, who I was supposed to be engaged to had fallen for my younger sister. Something I ended up not realizing until it was too late.

I, Estelle Lassen, at the age of eighteen, had already hosted my debut ball and had been properly announced as the young Marquis Zeke’s fiancé, but it was only shortly after that I realized he’d been seeing my younger sister behind my back for who knows how long. Not too long after, my sister worked with Zeke to frame me for attempting to poison the aforementioned sister, Marie out of jealousy.

Which is how I ended up in a prison cell, a small bottle of poison in my hand and my wicked younger sister walking away with a pleased expression on her face. After what happened, I decided I wasn’t going face any more public humiliation. I popped the small bottle of poison and drank the whole thing. In my last moments before death, I could only think that, if I could go back, I wouldn’t make the same mistakes I had made in this life.

I’d make Marie regret what she had done.