Merrie Claire de Rosalind was hated by everyone ever since she was born: the servants, her parents, her brother, and the kingdom. One fateful night, she was said to be behind the assassination attempt of the most loved girl in the kingdom. Just like...
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Her mind was not in the right palace as she departed from the room, her teleportation left her standing on a red carpet. The night was in darkness, it took Merrie a few minutes to realised where she is, as the night cloud slowly descent away and the moon light illuminate the room.
It was spacious, a place that could fit in an entire village and maybe might've been bigger than the Rosalind's court. Above the floor and the center of the large room was an oversized and bejewelled chair, a throne.
Merrie flinch at the realisation. Lucky for her, the ballroom wasn't heavily guarded. She got to her knees as she sigh. Greeting her eyes was a beautiful and captivating moon and stars. "Wow.. My old friend is still wonderful isn't it? Guess I'll spend a lot time with you again." After she's send away.
She look around in a lazy gesture, "I'm confused at first why I'm here. But.... Isn't it obvious?" Her head lowered down to the floor. "This is where I lost everything.....perhaps what the least I had. But, I can't lose everything again.."
Her lips curved into a beautiful smile, she wasn't wearing any mask as her acting career has been at the back of her head. "I'm going to find out who is "that man" before he hurts anyone in my family, all the while without getting myself in the scene for Lisya and Liam sake. He's going to pay for he had done to my family. And after that, my family will be happy!.... without me..."
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"What did I do wrong? Why are they keep abandoning me?...If I'm being too optimistic, tell me I'll stop. If I'm being too quiet, then I'll speak a lot. If I'm being to childish I'll be more mature. I'll do whatever is it I can do to make you stay. Please stay." Her voice didn't hold even the smallest of determination or willfulness as it echo quietly, like a voice of a small creature.
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