"All hail the queen!" Said an Ursavian soldier, as a large division salutes the royal family. The Queen, being the head of the family, settles upon a silver lined throne with a dark purple trim. The Queen had two children. Marcus and Olivia. Marcus; a cunning young boy, the elder brother. Olivia; a meek, demure, and poised young girl, Marcus' baby sister.
When the two children were newly born, Nuns, Priests, and Priestesses would kneel down before the small bed that the royal siblings sat upon, muttering prayers under their breath as they bless their majesties, giving them their utmost unadulterated respect.
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"Look mom! Look! I can run faster now!" Brother said as he jogged towards mom. "I..I want to do that too!" I quietly say..you can hear a slight lisp whenever I spoke. I got up on my feet, and ran after my brother. I tried catching up to him, but he was way faster than me! As I try to keep up with his pace...I miss a step, and fall flat on my face. I tried to get up, on the verge of tears. I hear my brother laughing. 'Why is he laughing? Did someone tell a joke..? Or is he laughing at me?' I thought to myself. I gathered myself and sat up again, tears welling up in my eyes. I cry and whine from the pain of the scratch on my leg, which now looked like it was turning black and blue. The sky darkened.. and my vision fades to black, the only thing I hear is my older brother's voice...laughing at me.
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Demure Deformity.
General FictionTrapped in a world of power, privilege, and secrets. One girl must navigate through the world of nobility as the scars of abuse haunt her every move. As the trauma of the past takes its toll, how long before her world comes crashing down? Demure Def...
