Hello! This story is a fanfic of the manga, wmmap (Who Made Me A Princess). Note: Athanasia is written as an antagonist, but that doesn't mean I don't stan her <3!
y/n was born into a poor family, her widowed mother, a maid, the only breadwinner...
Hello! This is my first wattpad story, and I'm very excited to be joining the writing community! Just like anyone else, I may make mistakes in my grammar, so please correct me in the comments! Thank you for reading this fanfic :) <3
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thump thump thump! Were they gone yet? Which street was I on now? Would this be enough to have for dinner? A constant pressure nauseated my head, my heartbeat loud in my throat. I stopped and listened for any footsteps behind me... nothing. I decided to rest in the ally and wait 'till morning daylight. Then, I could run home without the constant thought of being robbed of the little food I had.
How had it come to this? Everything had been perfect until 3 years ago. It's a bit of a blur now, but I remember the sweet scent of honeysuckle when we went on picnics, all of the shared laughter me and my perfect family had aroused. My older brother, getting muddy trying (but failing) to catch squirrels and birds, while my parents chatted about boring, trivial topics such as the weather. My brown hair drifted in the warm summer breeze, and I had fallen into a dreamless sleep.
Then... that fateful day came. Sadly, I still remember it like it was yesterday, a vivid memory engraved in my head. We were coming home from another perfect day at the market's carnival in our beautifully painted wagon, just like the sky, my mother would say. When all of a sudden, the sweet atmosphere had ripped apart. CRASH!! The wagon had tilted from the obvious change in the gravitational direction, and I remember looking up. There was blood. A warm waterfall from my head. I remember the sky falling down, then blacking out.
Though, the "sky" was probably just the roof of the wagon collapsing on me. I remember a small glimpse of my mother rushing with my brother. And my father too... only, he was lying the cobble path. Motionless, in a pool of red.
Nothing was the same after that day. Our perfect family, our fantasy-like lives, our home. All of it, stripped away from us in one day. My mother mourned my dad every day, bringing him flowers and candles, my brother on the other hand, was angry, and vowed he would learn sword fighting so that he may one day protect everything that he held close to his heart. My brother soon left for a swordsman academy, leaving my mother with the tuition fee. This, and having to pay my fathers's side of the rent, was too much to handle, and we were forced into a small, one room apartment.
That left me to help as much as I could with the bills and food, and from then on I tried to steal from bakeries, as well as learned to pickpocket. In the beginning, I would mostly get caught and beat, but over the years, I learned my way around. Now, I mostly won't get seen stealing on the streets. I snapped back to reality.
Wait.. no. Something seems off. It's not my stomach, no, I'm always hungry. But, what is that ringing in my ear? My head feels... oddly light. What- what's happening?? A blur of a black haired boy with scarlet eyes whooshes past my eyes, but before I know it, I've blacked out.
