𝘈𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 ᵂᵐᵐᵃᵖ

1. The Lovable Princess

Third person's pov

"What will it take for you to love me?"

As those words escaped from second princess's mouth, Ambrosine can't help but let smile crack on her blood colored lips. Her eyes was now focused on the action infront of her. Athanasia clung the black pants of her father called person as her tears fall down freely from her jeweled eyes. Her voice know had long gone from sobbing as she continued, the soft whispers leaves her throat.

"Should I became like Jennette?"

The blond princess continued to weep. Those salty tears of hers made oldest princess more amused, as she now plans when will the second princess will be executed since she tried to poison, The beloved third- no second princess Jennette.

"If I do...Then will you love me? Then will you warmly call my name? Will you hug me in your arms instead of pushing me away?"

"Or should I become like Ambrosine? Full of confidence and pride. Always perfect without any flaws, an example of a perfectionist. Then will you give me all your love?"

It was oblivious to anyone that Athanasia was at her limit and fact that she was slowly falling apart.

"Such thing will never happen until day I die"

"Why is that?"

It was a question that Claude didn't hesitate to answer. He didn't even blink at the sight of his daughter crying with despair. While the crown princess whom was watching them from afar was now verge of laughing out loud like maniac.

"But I'm also your daughter! I was with you and sister for longer than Jennette was!"

Athanasia begged with all the courage she could muster. To Athanasia it was her first and last plea. She had never asked for anything else until now. But her father, was cold like ice to the very until end. This plea had wiped out Ambrosine's smile. Her maniac smile had now turned into an frown.

"Foolish being."

Claude pushed away the frail hand that was holding on to his leg. He looked at her with contempt. A cruel voice crept into her ears.

"There was never day I considered you my daughter."

Athanasia felt more desperate than she ever had in her entire life. A deep despair was visible in her glimmering blue eyes. Ambrosine had now decided that it was enough drama for today, for now she will go to her bedchamber and will create new plan about how to get rid of Jennete and that person.

At the end villain had won in the game of twisted fate.

– [Lovable Princess]

From Chapter 8, Twisted Fate

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Athanasia's pov

"Huh?!"

This was crazy.

She dropped the rattle that she was holding because she was suddenly reminded of a scene from a novel.
Why did this unlucky scene from a book suddenly was reminded? It was a romance novel that she had look at when a middle school student had left it behind during her late night shift.
The title and plot were tacky and childish too. But it was just a little bit interesting cause antagonist won unlike other novels where protagonist usually get their happy ever after.

Is it because her name was the same as the unimportant princess who had died on her 18th birthday? Bad thoughts, get out of my head this instant!

"Oh, bother. Why does she keep dropping it?"

A woman that had been soundly sleeping was startled up by the sound of a rattle hitting the floor. And she started to complain. Of course, I was baffled.

Babies don't have a good grip you, dummy!

"Don't be nuisance, and play quietly with your toy, miss."

Wow, she was giving it to me without even wiping it? I didn't know if it was because the knowledge of cleanliness was poor in this world or because she was looking down at me because I'm an outcast princess. It was probably the latter...sob, I convinced myself that it wasn't.

"Uwaaa."

I dropped the rattle again.

So the rude maid started to console me. I could tell she was annoyed. "What's wrong? I'm busy because I'm sewing. Here, I'll pick it up for you."

I don't like this! It's dirty because I already dropped it twice, Do you really think a rattle would be entertaining my age?!

"Is she tired of it now?"

She placed me back in the crib and left. She probably went to the head maid. If you're gonna come back with a rattle again, don't bother.

"Eung."

I lifted my hand in front of the spinning mobile and looked at it. What a light and chubby hand. I still couldn't get used to it.

I had definitely fallen asleep after taking some sleeping pills...but when I woke up, I was in this body! Did this make sense? I mean, we're talking about real life situations here!

And from what I hear from the maids, I'm the princess of this land! This is completely crazy.

"Princess!"

Ugh, that maid always does that! Does she have to barge in without knocking and start screaming? "The head maid said our badge is low. You'll just have to play with this."

The maid forcefully put the rattle back into my hands and sat back in the chair to resume sewing. "I'm not gonna coddle you if you start crying again. I really am busy r.ight now!"

I'm a baby! She should be nicer to me!

I guess there were different levels of princesses. In my past life, I was an orphan, so it was nice that I was born as a princess.

But why did it have to be a princess that everyone hates!