The Secretary of the Reckless Prince

“Solana Albre is hereby appointed as a secretary of the imperial household.” Just as I was about to be married off to a shameless old man without a single scrap of conscience, a way out of this hell appeared. “I’ll do it, no matter what!” I yanked the wedding veil and flower crown off my head and threw them aside, then read the appointment letter from top to bottom. Not missing a single word. “The First Prince…… Rainel……?” I’d been assigned as secretary to the most notorious reckless prince in the Empire. * [The one who draws the sacred sword shall ascend to the throne.] Every member of the imperial family undergoes the sacred sword ceremony upon coming of age. It was always meant to be an episode that made the protagonist shine. “You’re certain I’ll be the one to draw the sacred sword.” “I told you, didn’t I? If not Your Highness, then who?” Despite my confident words, this scene was nothing like the original story I knew. The sacred sword remained embedded in the center of the plaza, proud and unmoved, drawn by no one. A surge of frustration welled up inside me and I shouted at the top of my lungs. “If you’re the sacred sword, then I’m the sacred sword’s mother!” With that absurd declaration, I grabbed the hilt and pulled. “…… Why did it come out?” The sacred sword was in my hand, raised high above my head.