The Broken Gold • Ipomoea

• 01

The years I spent, perfecting myself to some expectation. I wanted to be great, a star even. Being the star of the Arlanta empire was only an empty undeserving meaning to me. I didn't earn that title, so I didn't acknowledge it. A title that made me known throughout history. One where they'd admire my mere works. However, one raised as a princess would be ever naive to that glory. As I was not born a man, I could not make the legacy I wished. For today was the day I would fulfill the purpose I was born for.

I prayed, prayed that all this effort and hard work wouldn't go to waste once I was given to another empire, where I had yet to make a history quite like this one.

Forgetting my goal in the moment, I would definitely miss the warmth and love bestowed on me by family and people. Because on this day forth, there will not just be a remembrance of me left behind, but an empty space in their lives where there once lived a benevolent princess.

But dwelling on what's left behind is something I do not intend to do. For I have to now reshape my goal. Rising from my former glory seemed like a much preferable route for me to take. Because I have every intention on building myself a great throne that will only be worthy of my presence alone. There will not be a soul in this new empire that will have the power to be just as great as mine.

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Aurelia had spent the first two days on sea. Then the next five on land. Not a touch of sleep looked present on her eyes. Almost as if she had forgot momentarily about her goal and felt desperate for—at the least—a wink of sleep. With the way her escorts from the Obelian treated her, her mind started to wander towards worry. Thoughts of hopeless wonder caused her to weaken. Perhaps she wasn't as strong as she thought she was? Was all this talk she said before just a face she showed. Despite having many of those, Aurelia had trouble finding it in her heart to stay kind to these bastard escorts. She'd make sure to speak with their emperor of this.

Not wanting to cause them trouble—despite it seeming like they needed it—Aurelia had to suck her pride in just this once and deal with this panging hunger in her stomach and nearly buckling legs as she was told time after time that they'd soon reach their destination. She'd thought them sensible enough to at least have a carriage waiting for her as they reached the ports of Obelia, but even that seemed like too much of a troubling task for the party. The least they did was offer her a pair of walking shoes, as Aurelia had to dismiss the disrespect they showed while throwing her expensive heels away.

Had the journey from one providence to another always been this tiring? Though the escorts seemed to be stacked on supplies, they never seemed to think of sharing a sprinkle of it with this foreign princess. All Aurelia had been able to really bring on this trip was a suitcase that had been effortlessly carried by the one single maid she was able to sneak with them. Her only friend brought from childhood. Christine is like her sister, so she couldn't think not to bring her along.

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• For those who were waiting patiently for Chapter 02, I wasn't able to upload it this weekend because of sport activities and the fact that I have no service here...Plus I want to keep a consistent schedule when uploading for this. So expect to see Chapter 02 next week Saturday.