"I've accepted I was not to be loved in the first place. There was no happy ending for me from the very beginning." Atanas smiled tiredly.
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When Athanasia reincarnated into the world of a Novel, 'The Lovely Princess', she immediately thought...
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☾Third Point of View☽
Ever since that day Claude carried him, Atanas swore oath to his father and chased after the affection, the saying of "once you get a taste, you get addicted".
When he was shown a display of affection from his him, Atanas craved for more and found himself in front of the Emperor often now.
He sat with Claude once more for lunch, the two quietly eating and sipping the lippe tea that Atanas poured for the two or them. Felix who stood by the two royals noticed the way Atanas looked... happier than usual. Though it wasn't that noticeable, since it was his prince, he was able to pick up on the subtle changes.
The lips of the blond boy were slightly curved at the corners in a very, very, small ghost of a smile. The expression satisfied Felix who smiled and looked forward once more.
"Father, you seem tired. Are you sure you wouldn't like to rest a bit more?"
The two were taking a walk, Felix following close behind them. At the question the cold-tyrant only glanced at the first born before his icy jeweled eyes looked forward again,
"...It's fine." Was his simple reply.
Atanas, felt his heart beat at that. The 9 year old calmly turning his head away to hide the satisfied smile at his Majesty's reply.
'Did he say that to spare my feelings? His majesty is kind to me lately...' Thought the crown prince, arms folded and holding each other behind his back.
It was a little too bold and off though— for Claude couldn't care less for the child's feelings. He remained neutral with Atanas.
However, as the two walked, what they didn't expect to see was a child with blonde blonde tresses nomming down on the gold statues of the angels.
Atanas's eyes widened at the sight of the girl,
"That is...." he trailed off, surprise showing on his expression.
The girl didn't seem to hear him as she continued biting down on the Statue, looking amazed at the fact it was made out of pure gold.
Claude on the other hand didn't hesitate to call out with a cold tone,
"What is this filthy bug that wandered in my palace?"
The cold voice that could bring chills to anyone, made the small girl slowly turn her head. The little one flinched, and dear god was her face scared shitless.
