"A Princess isn't just the daughter of a Ruler. They are born and raised with their future set in stone, but they can change who they are and going to be. The crown resting on the Ruler's head is only worthy for the purest of soul. Even if one is born by the low, their worthiness isn't told by blood– but rather their heart. Even if I am hated and despised, the world would wither without the Moon."
"My daughter, you say?"
Murmurs and gossips were shared around the ballroom. Many of the Nobles watched the spectacle in front of them, all stunned at the sudden turn of events.
It was Princess Athanasia's Debutante Ball. Despite that, her clothes weren't matching her status, no one escorted her to the ballroom, the Emperor did not congratulate her, and she failed to enter any social circles.
A pity, really.
But when Athanasia least expected it, or to anyone really, her day became even worse.
The Duke Alpheus stood along with Ijekiel in front of the Emperor, Jennette's form allotting a curtsy with her jeweled eyes revealed for everyone to gawk.
Claude's frigid jeweled eyes stared down at the three. He leaned against his hand, bearing a domineering demeanor as he sat on his throne.
Jennette gave a glance to her father. His figure both remarkable and frightening her as she sneaked a glimpse of Claude.
She would flinch whenever she was given a stare back, her figure resembling an inquisitive rabbit as her cheeks reddened in anticipation.
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Ficción General『There was once a boy who had a father, mother, and younger sister. They were twins, born under the shining moon on the sixteenth of August. Having golden hair resembling his father's, eyes shimmering like rubellites whenever he smiled. Pinky promis...