The Abandoned Princess: Promises Arc

Chapter 2

𝕾𝖔𝖓𝖌 𝖙𝖔 𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖓 𝖙𝖔: 𝕿𝖔𝖑𝖊𝖗𝖆𝖙𝖊 𝖎𝖙 𝖇𝖞 𝕿𝖆𝖞𝖑𝖔𝖗 𝕾𝖜𝖎𝖋𝖙

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𝐌𝐞𝐳𝐨𝐫 𝐄𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞, 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝟖𝟎𝟎

This would have been a great year if it hadn't been for that event, her pained gazes, and his chilling voice.

When Caliere and Liana entered Velm Hall together, holding hands and exchanging glances, the bouquet officially started. Caliere smiled at her, showing a side of himself that I had never seen before. It was a loving grin.

The first time I realised I'd lost against Liana

Anger, hate, envy, pain, and resentment spilled over into my being. I shouldn't have felt like this as a crown princess, but I did. As the rose petals began to descend again to the floor, a sweet, soft chuckle reverberated around the hall.

I heard him chuckle, and it was only for her, the young woman of foreign descent who had won his heart right away. A scene as wonderful as a beautiful ending for a child of God and a prince in a cage

The magnificent event seemed to go on forever; it was as though an enchanted haze permeated the place, and the comforting mingling of noises joyfully celebrated the arrival of a fresh start and a new hope in Liana.

Shouldn't I, as the crown princess, be beside Caliere, embracing him, and grinning at the esteemed visitors? I felt the chills of a room that appeared empty as I peered around. It was as though there was no one around, and the light could not possibly be more focused on me.

The entrancing noises disappeared, chilling winter whispers touched my skin, a spooky feeling of shivers, and foggy eyesight turned into a resounding relief to my perspective of what ought to have been to the present.

The warmth inside vanishes, giving way to the unending comfort of darkness, like water running endlessly, creating waves as stones fall.

Every night I prayed and begged someone to wake me from this somnolence, but no matter how hard I tried, no shadow would become accustomed to a person who was disliked, detested, and unloved.

Wanting to ease my parents' burden, I remained silent, worried myself into seclusion, turned jealousy into a lifeline, and eventually developed bitterness.

Life was what? What was the point of being alive? When I was younger, I used to know this, but as I became older, I lost track of what I should be doing. Why was all of this happening?

My vision became blurry, the path I would have gone was lost, and I was unable to see where I was going to go ahead.

I kept wishing as soon as I looked at Liana.

I wanted to be her.

I hoped Caliere would give me a friendly smile.

I wanted him to adore me the way she did.

I hoped I would be the one to provide him with endless joy.

I had no idea at the time that I was the one making him feel hopeless. Would I be able to declare that I had had enough if I had known that way back when I started my doomed reverie?

That evening, even though no one seemed to be aware of me, I put my worries aside and concentrated on the kindness that everyone offered. Upon the conclusion of the festivities, I noticed that my hands were donning white gloves.

My lips lifted as I glanced at my outfit, but my eyes remained fixed. Even though the outfit my parents gave me was stunning and shimmered like an unending pearl, I was unable to ask him to dance.