❤︎ *-* 𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗧 𝗢𝗙 𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗡𝗘
a new life was bestowed
yet everything feels the
same. a boy who just
wanted to be loved, took
all of his pain until the
next life.
❝ what did i ever did...
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𝗈𝗂𝗂. 𝕻𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗰
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TW :: Strong language and oc being a bitch.
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Second Person Point of View
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𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃—and I had survived on my own in the west wing of the Ruby Palace. Since no one comes in this part of the palace, I can easily go in and out though I have to be careful not to be seen by anyone.
As the years passed by, the pain never left and the hate consumes me fully. I loathe every single person that was involved in this Manhwa especially Claude and Lillian.
Every day, I walk out of the palace and search for edible grass and herbs to go by and survive. Also, there are several books scattered around the whole west wing, so I can still learn quite a bit—not that I actually need it.
As of now, I'm walking around the abandoned part of the backyard to look for something to eat—maybe a small animal can suffice my growing hunger since I always skip dinner and only eat breakfast and lunch.
Looking around to see if I can find any, my sensitive ears picked up strange noises—voices to be exact. My whole body stiffed and a shiver runs my spine.
‘ Am I gonna get caught right now? ’
Then again, I don't really care if they did. I have nothing to live for in this dimension anyway—or any dimensions for that matter.
Shaking off the feeling, I continue as I were but it seems like the voices' owners are getting nearer—hence, it gets louder.
“ I've never been in this part of the palace papa. Is there something wrong with it? ” one said—evidently a voice of a child, a girl to be precise.
“ I don't know as well. ” one that sounded like a grown man.
‘ Is it a maid? Is it a knight? Or is it those filthy arrogant good-for-nothing dogs? ’
I roam my eyes around to look for my primary target—small animals for food, preferably a rabbit or a squirrel.
Pulling out the dagger that was once rusty as hell that took almost half a day to clean and go back to its original state—I held it properly and throw it up to the tree in front of me.
A squeak was heard and a dead squirrel fell down. I walk up to it and pick it up when I sense a presence behind me.
I know they're the ones from earlier—hence I didn't even flinch. I resumed as I was and didn't bother to turn around.
