Abandoned once, imprisoned twice, by my lover, the crown prince and now in this second life I will die as the villainess once again! At least that's what I think...
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Dying for the first time and being held captive by my own lover, the crown prince. I was used as his bait all along. I was never loved by him but was fooled and blinded by his "love" and "affection".
Being the cruel villainess I was, I was tricked into being bait for the war he created. The crown prince, Kaian Lomachanteau, was getting married to me and the priest handed over a cup of wine for the toast of our happy marriage. Kaian's shiny eyes caught my eye as I admired them as I thanked the priest and took the glass of wine. As I lifted the wine glass to take a sip of the wine, I said my vows.
"I will bring you and your people happiness as your queen in this whole empire and may the both of us live for eternity, my king."
As I took a sip of the fine red wine, the wine glass slipped out of my hand. It crashed and shattered on the floor as my whole body collapsed. The world was spinning around me as I felt my body slam into the floor like a log. I couldn't move. I was poisoned as I knew. The moment I collapsed I saw a glimpse of Kaian's face as he grinned and looked down at me like I was a nitwit.
With wounds all over my thin body, I slowly died on the cold stone floor. My tears overflowed as my eyes couldn't open anymore. The cell reminded me of a time when I was abandoned long ago and sold to rich parents by human traffickers. I never knew who my real parents were but I heard someone walking over and it was the crown prince.
"Elysia."
I could hear his cold tone calling my name.
The crown prince visited me for the first time when I was imprisoned. He brought someone else over and standing beside him was his real lover.
I knew her. She was the crown princess, Hermione De Échellevé. While dying, Kaian finally came and saw me in my last moments.
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Crown Princess
Name: Hermione De Échellevé
Age: 18
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The crown princess, Hermione De Échellevé, was indeed a goddess sent down from the heavens. Those shining bright blue eyes that look like the skies, and those slivers fade in pink, thin long hair that feels like silk.
She was elegant, beautiful, eye-catching, and most importantly a royalty of royal blood.
She had fallen head over heels for Kaian Lomachanteau, the crown prince.
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All I felt was pain. The poison was eating everything inside of me as I watched Kaian smile with his devilish eyes.
I died with hatred for him because I loved him and did everything for him. However, I was just a tool for him to use. Once I'd become useful to him, he tossed me out like a broken useless toy.
I didn't expect to be given a second chance again. I felt like a whole new world was waiting for me but there I was, lying on a bed.
Short shiny, glittering maroon hair and bright yellow-orange eyes.
Elysia Chauvemeur
Mother?
"Get up right away, lady!"
It's definitely my mother.
Groans
"The crown prince is here!"
Oh no! I don't want to meet him after he killed me! How dare he have a face to show up here? That traitor!
There's no way I am willing to reject his marriage proposal. My mother will get down on her knees and beg for forgiveness for birthing such a foolish daughter who wants to decline the crown prince's proposal.
Like why is she doing that? She's embarrassing the whole Chauvemeur Estate! Father would definitely lose face and he doesn't even like the crown prince but due to my stupidity I died tragically.
Time to plan my death for the second time. Will I be able to stab myself with my father's sword? It looks long.
"My lady!"
"WHERE IS THE YOUNG LADY?"
"That foolish brat of a daughter!"
"She must have escaped!"
"Quiet down people!"
Doors open
"My lady, what are you doing?"
Elysia saw the maid and pointed the sword at her neck
"My lady put the sword down!"
"Shut up, maid. If you tattle-tail that I am here, I will slash my throat."
The maid started crying
"My lady, please don't harm yourself!"
Despite holding this sword to my neck, I am shaking. Might as well drop this sword and jump off the balcony. Is it possible that my death would be featured in the newspaper as a hot topic?
A hot topic in the newspaper today: Lady Elysia Chauvemeur threatened her maid by slicing her neck with a sword and by attempting suicide by jumping off her balcony.
That would be so embarrassing and ridiculous!
I want to close my eyes and wish that everything was a dream.
