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— ACT I,
One's Untimely Death.
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Her heart pounds in her ears. Eyes looking around in a panic. Her fingers gripped the half blade that was once a sword in her bleeding fingers. Gods knew she was tired. Too tired to fight anymore.
She hears laughter behind her. The laughter of a woman so determined to kill her for the title of crowned prince's beloved fiancé.
Verena Angeles walked towards her, fingers gripping a blade sharper and more like a sword than her own. An evil grin on her face as she took another step closer. Areum found herself in a cliff.
No way but down. Her eyes darted towards the bottom and took note of the burning trees and flames. All because of Verena. Her fingers gripped the once sword tightly. Her eyes determined to achieve her goal.
As Verena stopped in front of her, she polished the blade with her handkerchief. Her eyes gleaming with delight as she knew Areum had nowhere to run off to now. She was threatening her, unnerving her as she polished the blade. Every swipe showing the brightness of it, and removing the blood that had once belonged inside of the girl in front of her. She inched closer as she now placed the sword against her neck. Eyes glowing and lips growing into a maniacal grin.
How'd she get in such a situation? A vivid recollection of events were in her head as she stood there awaiting her death.
The bells rang as she found herself in the ballroom once more. Being asked to dance by her fiancé although he wasn't her fiancé at the time.
Zenaku smiled and kissed her hand warmly. A greeting she assumed to be good, but little did she know otherwise.
The scenery changed and she finds herself in the royal garden. The sounds and cheers of the ball behind her as well as footsteps. Arms hug her as lips pressed against her cheek. "Doesn't this look pretty, darling?" Zenaku asks as he turned her to face to him.
She took quick notice of his clothing. It was odd that he seemed to be wearing such an outfit for a ball. So simple and minimalistic, a polo some of the buttons left unbuttoned as he seemed evidently delighted that she noticed him. Had the prince been like this the entire ball? No, he'd been wearing a traditional one had he not?
Little did she know that these things were his tricks to get her to be his. Two months later he proposed to her. A proposal that she thought was amazing.
Until she met Verena Angeles.
"Areum, this is Verena Angeles. Zenaku's ex-fiancé." The empress smiled slightly. Verena stood before her. An unfriendly look in her eyes as she shook her hand roughly. It was clear to see that the empress hated her so did Verena.
Now here she stood. In a torn wedding dress. Where her husband was she did not know, but he was useless enough as it was anyway.
Verena grinned. “Any last words, Armani?” She asked, not even bothering to hide her undeniable delight.
The female just smiles as she took a step backward. And in the midst of Verena trying to get a hold of her, Areum Armani jumped. Into the pool of burning hot flames below.
It hurt. Her eyes flung open as she heard the flames. The smoke was suffocating. Every inch of her felt herself burning. One last chance.
As she burns, her last prayer was said. And everything faded to black.
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