A commoner girl.
Olivia never grew immune to that disgusting label. Titles like the first female university student or top graduate meant nothing.
Then one day, the Herod royal family offered her the flower of the royal house—Noah Astrid. It felt like a flower laced with poison, but she had no choice but to take it. And once she held that flower for the first time, she couldn’t help but love it.
Because it was like salvation.