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.