The Despicable Dictator

Chapter 1

          This whole mess all started when my mother and father were expecting me to be a boy. My father had a really strong option about how girls were useless, because they had to be married to a prince in order to actually become a queen. I wish I could have seen my fathers face when the doctors announced that I was in fact not a boy.

          My maids and guards told me about how my father thought it was my mother's fault, which always made me wanna punch him in the face when I saw him. As I remember now, I've never seen my father show even a bit of love for my mother. Things always seemed so formal between them. I couldn't believe the stories of how my father would often sneak my mother out into the royal garden for a romantic midnight.

          Even though I'm sure that my mother is hurting inside everytime my father walks by without even acknowledging her. But she's always shown the most love to me. To be honest, I think I would feel better if she blamed me. Instead, she's the most loving mother I could ask for.

          My father, on the other hand, he's as cold to me as to my mother. He always set high expectations that I could never live up to. I always try my best, because I craved for his love and affection. I thought if I could show him that I'm not as much of a failure as he thinks I am, he would learn to love me.

          However, even after my attempts, he still treats me like I killed his wife and kids.

          In my world, a woman is meant to marry a man. That rule is even more important if you're a royal. So if I did tell my father about my secret, I would definitely be disowned. Worse, I would be punished.

          I've never, ever had any sort of romantic feelings for any boy, despite the dinner parties my parents have thrown to "introduce me" to a bunch of snobby princes. Though, now that I think about it, I really liked that one Chinese princess from my 14th birthday...

          Yeah. Okay. That's enough romance talk.