meo

I was falsely accused of attempting to kill my younger sister, who was worshipped as a Saintess. There was not a single person who believed in me, nor was there a person who stood up for me. Not even my blood-related family. I was 14 years old, and it was winter. I, who was Edenbell's Fourth Princess, was miserably beheaded in front of the masses. After the end of my death, I awoke and what came was... "My baby, my precious younger sister." With a delightful smile, he held my small fingers. That warm gesture, warmth, and touch. He sang me a lullaby as he held me gently and swayed.

The story of two crazy close friends and a fujoshi who loves shipping them.