CHAPTER- II

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-----FAMILY-----

In the grand halls of our ancestral palace, my parents, King Edmund and Queen Eleanor, reigned with an unwavering grace that commanded the respect of all who crossed their path. Their regal presence filled the air, their every word uttered with authority and wisdom.

Beside them stood my younger brother, Prince Victor, the heir to the throne. His every achievement was celebrated, his path paved with admiration and expectation. As the golden child of the family, he seemed destined for greatness, while I lingered in his shadow, consumed by a jealousy that gnawed at my very core.

Victor possessed a natural charm that drew people to him. It seemed the world had always favored him, granting him privileges and opportunities without question. And though I yearned to forge my own path, it felt as if the universe conspired against me, keeping me confined within the boundaries of my birthright.

I watched as my parents doted on Victor, showering him with affection and guidance. Their pride in him was unshakeable, their belief in his abilities unbreakable. The weight of their expectations pressed upon my shoulders, a constant reminder of my inadequacies. I longed to capture their attention, to prove that I too could make a mark upon the world, but it seemed all seemed hopeless.

Little did my family know, as they stood united in their love and adoration for Victor, that the girl they saw as nothing more than the weak princess would soon emerge from the depths, driven by a hunger for power and a thirst for recognition. With each passing day, I vowed to transform my jealousy into determination, to ascend from the shadows and claim a place that was rightfully mine.

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