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I was born in the royal family, 2 years after my sister Amy, on a stormy day, when the sky was crying it's anger and lighting struck as scars in the black clouds. I grew up amongst the richest, starting to understand at my young age that parties and pretty dresses were made to hide treason and lies.
I learned to stand straight, to speak well, to eat properly, to dance and so many things that I never cared about and only made me suffocate, tremble at the idea of failing the person I was suppose to become. The person they wanted me to become.
But if you saw me today, dressed as a servant, sneaking into the palace at night like a thief, you'd have trouble believing it. Believing I was ever rich, ever beautiful, that I ever dressed like a noble.
If you could see the knife hidden in my pocket and the tiny poison bottles in my sleeves, with you think of me as a killer ? Or an assassin ? Honestly, if my dear mother the queen (or so was I suppose to call her), saw what her rebellious princess has become, I think she'd faint. Or she'd lock me up in a cave. Or both.
"We've arrived, says my guide." She holds the flickering torch next to my face. Her eyes are swallowed by the shadows; hidden by her hood. I wish I could tell her, how important and valuable she is, how sad I am to leave her, how much I wish we could've sticked together trough all this. That I don't have a choice. But I think she knows it. I hope she does. "Okay, I say with a trembling voice."
Despite my efforts, I was never good at dancing, smiling to liars, looking pretty. I preferred running in the woods with my brothers, as if freedom was so easy. I never knew danger was so close. And yet, my whole childhood, people were waiting for me to make a mistake. To break me. To use me.
I'm a fallen princess with a broken crown, ghost of a past that the whole kingdom has forgotten.
I smile and push the door. I was so weak, back then. I suffered so much. But now...
I'm back. To take my revenge.
Because the flame of rebellion has started burning, and I'm there to turn it into a chaotic fire storm. Until the palace has burnt to ashes. Until I can dance freely on the ruins of madness, until my hate has turned the ones that hurt me to dust in a hurricane.
I'm back.
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Hi ! Thanks for reading the first chapter, I hope you liked it. Just a few important things :
- English is not my first language, so feel free to mention any mistakes and I'll do what I can to correct them.
- I usually write in French and am trying to improve my English so I know my writing is far from perfect but please be respectful.
- Please comment ! I love having opinions on my work it really encourages me !
