Witnessing my mother's lifeless body on the floor, I rushed towards her. Overwhelmed by grief, tears streamed down my face as I held her lifeless form. To my shock, my father stood nearby, clutching a sword— the one responsible for her demise. The realization struck me with profound sorrow.
My father, driven to madness for the past four years, had taken a drastic and unthinkable step. While I was aware of my parents' ongoing conflicts, I never anticipated that my father would escalate to the point of murdering my mother. In the midst of my anguish, my father seized my wrist, declaring his intention to exploit my unique eyes.
Heartbroken and bewildered by his callous words, I couldn't comprehend the depths of his cruelty. Refusing to be a passive victim, as he attempted to forcefully pull me away, I retaliated by delivering a forceful punch to his ribs, ensuring a fracture. Unbeknownst to him, another of my spiritual powers was super strength, albeit with its drawbacks.
Upon striking him, he smirked, fueling my growing anger. Before I could make another attempt, the guards restrained me. In complete disbelief, I shouted and cursed at both the guards and my father. "SILENCE," my father declared, startling me. Approaching, he locked eyes with me and whispered, "You'll be a useful tool." A surge of power overwhelmed me as tears silently streamed down my face. The next moment, I found myself unconscious for an extended period
Upon regaining consciousness, I found myself fully restrained and blindfolded, surrounded by impenetrable darkness. Determined not to aid my father's questionable endeavors, given my mother's objections, I understood the potential harm he could inflict using my abilities. It dawned on me that my parents' disputes were somehow connected to me.
Eventually, I sensed approaching footsteps in what seemed to be a dungeon, immobilized and vulnerable. Enduring a painful interrogation, I felt the cold blade of a sword at my neck, intensifying the distressing ordeal. As the interrogator departed, I implored him to answer a pressing question. Despite a slight cut to my throat, he relented, allowing me to ask: "Were Mom and Dad fighting because of me? Did my mother..." Before I could complete my inquiry, he interjected, claiming ignorance, and swiftly departed.
I found myself in complete isolation, subjected to starvation, restraints, and constant blindfolding. What awaited me next? I pondered this question as the years passed by, reaching the age of 16 with only the noticeable change being the lengthening of my hair. His Majesty ruthlessly exploited my eyes, causing them to bleed on numerous occasions. Throughout these years, I never glimpsed a ray of sunshine, a memory that haunts me, particularly for leaving my mother alone.
Treated like a mere toy by this monstrous captor, I attempted multiple escapes, each effort met with severe punishment. Despite my determination, I was invariably caught, and the torment intensified as magical chains restrained me. Their numbers multiplied with every move I made, leaving me no choice but to abandon any hope of escape. In the dimly lit dungeon, I resigned myself to a life of utter despair.
As I contemplated, His Majesty arrived, and despite the chains, I bowed before him. Faced with an ultimatum of die or die, my decision seemed inconsequential. He removed my blindfold and commanded me to peer into the future. Just as I attempted to comply, my eyes were engulfed in the familiar red sensation, accompanied by a flow of blood. Setting aside the pain, I had to relay the information he sought.
As he departed, he casually mentioned orchestrating a marriage between me and a duke for political purposes. Silently nodding, I anticipated no alteration in my circumstances, fully aware of the inevitability that lay ahead.
After several days, I was extracted from the cold dungeon and exposed to the warm radiance of sunlight. The maids escorted me to a bath to refresh myself. Following the bath, I was presented to His Majesty for formalities. Upon encountering me, he took precautions by restraining me to prevent any potential escape attempts. Adorned in an elegant white gown and adorned with luxurious necklaces and jewelry, I was ushered towards the groom.
As I approached him, he gazed intensely into my eyes, startling me once again. Inquiring with the maids, I discovered that he was a duke who ruthlessly murdered his parents to secure the throne. Expecting no favorable treatment, I walked down the aisle. Unlike other brides, who wished for a long and happy life with their partners on their wedding day, my fervent desire was for a swift end to my existence.

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I DIDN'T EXPECT THIS FATE.....OR RATHER THE CURSE
Fantasywill he change my fate or will i still be cursed?