The fifth prince of Ayutthaya, Anan Wong, in the old records was branded as a traitor. The Prince who wanted to own the crown was a power-hungry prince that used his military powers to stage a coup within the imperial court. A prince who died because of his greed for power. As much as the old records tainted him as the bad guy they wanted him to be, his loyalty to the imperial court and his effort to keep the unity of the 6 kingdoms slowly came into the light. It was noted that the reason why the crown prince had branded his own blood brother as a traitor is because of the crown princess.
He was a prince who cared for the people, he was devoted to serving the emperor, and was a fair prince. The fifth prince didn't die on the battlefields or was given an honorable title even in death. He suffered not only from the injustice that his own brother had conspired against him but also from the feelings he had harbored for the crown princess.
The crown princess, Wanwisa Ratsameerat. She was the only daughter of the Ratsameerat Clan. In the records, was described as gentle, sensible and fillial. Wanwisa was the perfect daughter, but even the perfect daughter of the most influential family she desired things that was out of her grasp.
The day she entered the fifth prince manor and spend her childhood and youth there, she only desired one thing and that is to love the fifth prince but fate was ruthless and She was fated to be someone who serves the imperial family, one way or the other. Some record says that she fell to death, the place where she jumped was never confirmed but it was the day she was presented as the future empress of the country and it was the same day that the fifth prince was announced dead by decapitation because of treachery.
"fifth prince, I came here today to marry you." A humorless chuckle followed. "i will take your silence as yes." the winter breeze was cold but her heart was frozen numb from all the days and nights spent crying and asking for a miracle. "Fifth prince, in our next life, find me and ask me to marry you, will you?"
She feels the winter breeze caress her face and she let her tears fall and her body feel weightless like the snow. she closed her eyes accepting the death that would follow
A heavy thud followed and her elegant red dress mixing with her own blood.
"let there be no Wanwisa Ratsameerat but only Wanwisa of the fifth prince manor."
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