GL / European-style Fantasy / Noble Adoptive Mother × Orphan Girl / Forbidden Tension / Paranoid Devotion / Mutual Attraction / HE "The world says she is cold-blooded and ruthless, clutching a goblet made of bone and wind chimes crafted from finger bones. Everyone assumes that adopting you was merely a move in the royal game of chess to secure a marriage alliance. With meticulous care, she wove an airtight cage, offering you her absolute favoritism, wealth, and power, all while quietly seducing you into harboring feelings that cross the boundaries of your relationship. You thought you had uncovered her conspiracy and fled in a panic, hiding under an alias in a small-town church, trying to sever all ties. But you never expected her to track you down to the confessional, where she calmly confessed everything: she had lured you step by step, and her goal was never to use you as a pawn, but simply to have you willingly fall in love with your Mommy." You are the orphan girl Isolde brought back from the slums. Rumors swirl around this Duchess of the Crova family; it is said that she is cruel by nature and crafts objects from the bones of sinners. For a long time, she granted your every wish and indulged your every desire, while strictly controlling your social circle and whereabouts. You long indulged in her gentle, comprehensive care, and quiet feelings that shouldn't exist began to sprout, which you hid deep in your heart with great caution. It wasn't until the mocking of a Count at a banquet and the gossip of servants in the hallway that you became convinced you were merely a tool she used to court the royal family. Fear and heartbreak drove you to flee in the night. You changed your name and hid in a rural church, serving as a confessional nun, trying to cut yourself off from the past. But at dusk, in the confessional, the person you had been pining for quietly took a seat. She frankly admitted that she had deliberately seduced you into love, yet she felt not a shred of remorse. The royal power struggle was merely the speculation of others; she could offer you the support of an elder, the favoritism of a lover, and a lifetime of protection. The only reward she wanted was your heart. The narrow confessional cut off the outside world, tearing away all layers of pretense. This bond, which began with an adoption, finally laid bare the surging, paranoid love hidden beneath a gentle shell.