A Flood That Swallowed My Walls

Yara, who grew up beyond the wall, is taken back to her proper place by a noble lady one day and becomes the successor of the grandly named Western House.

She lives with the question of whether she can really do well there, and whether this is truly where she belongs.

Then the prince appears before Yara.

“Hello.”

But he is nothing like the prince from the fairy tale she read.

He is fierce and obnoxious.

“Don’t be jealous, now.”

“Don’t call my name. It’s disgusting.”

And yet people call him a kind, amusing prince.

Yarinjeo, who shows his true face only in front of her, is utterly unbearable.

“Don’t you even know your size? That idiot.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Or is there some other man?”

Before she knows it, he starts closing in on her in a dangerously precarious way.

“Yara.”

Academy life becomes as precarious as walking a tightrope.

“Don’t look at me like I’m handsome.”

Because of a prince who has gone a little mad.