Chapter 1

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She stood silent when she carefully washed the blood from her clothes. When her clothes were clean she cleaned her face. She watched in the mirror how the brutal bloody girl disappeared, and how an innocent little girl replesade her in the mirror. No one would ever suspect her, not with her pretty face and dark blue eyes with slight strips of silver in them.

She took away some blood from her long blond hair.

"Laya, are you ready yet?" A sweet female voice said outside her room.

"I'm soon done" she answered back.

She went to her clothes and looked at the pink dress. It looks like it was right out of a fairy tail. She hated it. She hated every part of this side of her life, when she needed to be a pretty girl. Her other side would scare the shit out of everyone in the castle. But it was that side she loved. When she was free and unstoppable.

She put on the pink dress, it fitted her perfectly. You could easily see her narrow waist. The dress made you see the best side of her body, and hide the things her aunt thought were her disadvantage, and that was why the dress went out after her waist so you wouldn't be able to see her slim hips. She hated it. All she wanted to do was rip the dress apart and run away and never look back. But she couldn't. Not until the king was dead.

Laya put on some uncomfortable shoes and then went out.

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