Chapter 2: Shattered Illusions
The golden couple's abrupt breakup sent shockwaves through the kingdom. Rumors swirled, fingers pointing at my grandmother, but I knew better. The prince's devastation was palpable, and soon he reverted to his old ways. Grandmother, once enamored with the union, cancelled the arranged marriage, citing Andrew's unreliability.
The backlash was swift. Nobles and peasants alike mocked our family. For once, my life changed for the better. Classes ceased, and my parents focused on my wellbeing. I rediscovered my passion for painting, and life blossomed.
That's when I met Bessie, a charming nobleman. We shared a deep connection, and I fell deeply in love. But despite our five-year acquaintance, he never confessed his feelings. Instead, he dated others, leaving me heartbroken and confused.
One fateful day, while lost in thought, I bumped into someone. Frustrated, I tried to slap the person, only to walk away. Later, in the secret garden, fate conspired against me. I collided with the same individual, this time landing on top of him.
The prince.
'Get your hands off me, Royal Majesty,' I spat, my anger simmering.
Speechless, he stood, but I didn't linger.
Subsequent encounters with Andrew were marked by arguments, and my brothers relaxed their vigilance. Harmony between us seemed impossible.
Then, fate intervened. Witnessing Bessie's flirtation with another noble lady shattered my illusions. Andrew appeared, offering unexpected solace.
In that moment, we found an unlikely alliance, two rivals bound by shared heartache. Our secret romance blossomed, hidden from prying eyes.
As we navigated the complex web of our feelings, I realized:
Sometimes, the most unlikely person can become your safe haven.
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forgotten maiden
Historical FictionIn a world where politics and passion collide, Lily finds herself entangled in a deadly game of love, hate, and revenge.As a powerful politician's daughter, Lily's life is already complicated. But when she falls for her family's sworn enemy, the sta...
