The holy ruler

Chapter 11 "Sibling Loathing

I, Charles, Prince of England, couldn't help but feel a deep-seated hatred towards my sister, Anastasia. Her very existence was a constant reminder of everything I despised.

Her manipulative nature, her cunning smile, and her ruthless ambition all made my blood boil. She was a master manipulator, using her charm and beauty to get what she wanted, no matter the cost.

And now, she was using her wiles to seduce the King of France, trying to secure a marriage that would strengthen our family's power. It was all so... repulsive.

I couldn't stand the way she batted her eyelashes, the way she giggled and simpered, the way she wrapped men around her finger. It was all so... fake.

And what made it worse was that everyone seemed to fall for her tricks. The King, the courtiers, even our own parents - they all seemed to be under her spell.

But I saw through her facade. I knew the real Anastasia, the one who would stop at nothing to get what she wanted. And I loathed her for it.

As I watched her laugh and smile with the King, I felt a surge of hatred towards her. She was a poison, a cancer that needed to be cut out. And I was the only one who seemed to see it.

I vowed to myself that I would find a way to take her down, to expose her for the manipulative and power-hungry person she truly was. And I would enjoy every moment of it.

Anastasia was a disease, and I was the cure. And I would make sure she paid for her deceit. Mary, Adam, and I huddled in the shadows, our whispers barely audible over the crackling of the fire. We were gathered in the secret chambers beneath the palace, a place where no one dared to venture.
"Mary, are you sure this will work?" I asked, my eyes fixed on the small vial of dark liquid in her hand.
She nodded, her eyes gleaming with a sinister light. "I've been studying the ancient arts for months, Charles. This potion will ensure Anastasia's downfall."

Adam, Prince of France, nodded in agreement. "We can't let her continue to manipulate the King and the court. She's a danger to us all."

I felt a shiver run down my spine as Mary began to chant, her voice low and menacing. The air in the room seemed to grow colder, the shadows deepening and twisting around us.

As she spoke, the vial began to glow, a dark and malevolent energy emanating from it. I could feel its power coursing through the air, a power that seemed to be drawn to Anastasia's very essence.

"This is dark magic, Mary," I whispered, a sense of unease growing in my chest.

Mary's smile was cold and calculating. "Desperate times call for desperate measures, Charles. And I'll do whatever it takes to bring Anastasia down."

As we continued to scheme and plot, I couldn't help but wonder what other secrets Mary was hiding. What other dark powers was she wielding? And what would be the cost of our revenge?