It's In Destiny's And Fate's Plan...|KnY x Fem!Reader|RP|

Chapter 1: My Conceal, Their Demise, and My Ambition

Trigger Warning: ( Mentions of: )
Abuse, Force Relationship(?), and Death.
Some find these images disturbing and traumatizing.
( Only in this Chapter. The rest is fine. No worries! )

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"L/n [Name of Mother] and [Name of Father], both of you are destined to be, married."

"WHAT?! WE DON'T EVEN KNOW EACH OTHER! PLUS, I DON'T WANT TO GET MARRIED TO HIM! I MERELY BEGAN MY 20'S TOO! I'M TOO YOUNG TO BECOME A MOTHER!"

"ENOUGH! I said what I said. And accept it. My wish is for yours is to be demand to demonstrate."

"I... Fine! I'll be a Mother to your... Your selfish wishes."

"Good."

Thereon eighteen hours of birth from your Mother. You existed, ultimately pushed out of her, and drew you into this extraordinary nonetheless morose, and uneasy realm...

Laughter.
The Sounds of Pride, Glory, Rife, And Thrill.

That stood the first-ever element you've heeded in your spirit. From therefore on, you occurred an exceedingly celestial daughter from both of your parents. Everybody who glimpses you would be in so the "awe" of you.

"Ah! Glimpse! Our daughter is so gorgeous! She's like an angel!"

"She is very glamorous. Name her Y/n. It'll suit her and that beauty she has and the good deeds she'll perform when she's older... However, I must rewrite your words. It is not our it is my."

"That sounds lovely..."

Regardless in scarcely five months, there stood something improper with your right vision, so simply after you were inborn. It was visionless. That must've subsisted the intention why your parents constantly hid it with your hair. Five years so only drifted by, your parents satisfied you and satisfied you with their sweetheart.

"I am anxious about her right eye... Won't it be extremely overwhelming for her to see things?"

"She'll... She'll survive fine. As long as she's beneficial and decisive and everything will be OK. Besides, that's your child. ( Can't believe why I married her.) "

"All right..."

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"Mama! Gaze! A dandelion! A dandelion!"

"It's elegant, beloved. Now, why don't you create hope with the dandelion you have?"

"I wish-!"

*laughter*

"Don't announce your hope unduly loud."

"Oh, okay... I hope...."

"Y/n?"

"Yes, mama?"

"... If you yearn or expose a dandelion, compel a hope. Because it'll be awarded to you someday."