What if Jennette Margarita had a twin sister? One who was just like Athanasia. One who knew not only '𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜', but also '𝚆𝚑𝚘 𝙼𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝙼𝚎 𝚊 𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜?'
One who was particularily fond of the lovely brunnete p...
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♔ 𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘋𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘴 ♔
. . . .
Infuriating. Everything was so utterly infuriating! Why did this have to happen to her, of all people?!
She was a beautiful and intelligent woman. She was taught from the moment she could walk on how to become a beloved empress. On how to become someone of importance and admiration to the empire, to its people, to the emperor.
She was taught to be quick witted with her tongue, though to keep it elegant. She was taught to be charming in the way she held herself, she was taught to be seductive, to know what a man wants and when.
She was taught to be a proper, yet sought after woman.
All this and many more strenuous skills were molded into her body at a young age to become a key factor of what she has created herself to be today, imperial material. This is exactly whyshe was so enraged at the moment.
"Penelope my dear, isn't this wonderful?!" Her joyous, foolish father bellowed through the Judith study.
Her mother, who stood to the side of her father as he sat and laughed, had quite the opposing reaction.
Countess Judith was a ruthless, cold, and expectant woman when it came to her standards. She was, in her own words, a failed prototype of what they had raised Penelope to be.
Penelope avoided her mother's piercing gaze all together and instead nodded in affirmation to her father's words. "Quite so, father." Penelope agreed.
Her voice was calm, much calmer than she thought it'd be. She honestly half-expected herself to burst out into a fit of rage at the news of her engagement.
"Yes, well." Count Judith sighed, a warm smile on his face as he stared proud at his eldest daughter. "That is all I have to share for now, you may be excused Penelope."
The brunette lady nodded once and turned on her heel to leave.
She gripped the fabric of her skirt like a lifeline, and perhaps, it might as well have been. She had to release her fury onto something, anything, and her servants nor a worthless vase were in her company at the moment.
What she was told in her family study felt so... outrageous to hear. What did her father mean by 'she was to be engaged to the second prince of the empire'?! Had all her desperate efforts to become the imperial consort been for naught?!
