The prophecy of a blind heiress

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Queen Leah's heart felt like it was being torn apart as she watched her husband, King Darra, exchange vows with Lady Victoria. The grand ceremony was a mockery, a farce designed to legitimize the duke's claim to the throne. The queen's eyes met Lady Victoria's, and for a moment, they locked in a fierce stare.

Lady Victoria's smile was triumphant, her eyes gleaming with victory. Queen Leah's gaze, on the other hand, was a mask of sorrow and resignation. She knew she had to put on a brave face for the sake of the kingdom and her daughter's future but as the newlyweds shared a kiss, Queen Leah felt a pang of jealousy and betrayal. She had given in to the duke's demands, sacrificing her own happiness for the sake of peace but as she looked at Lady Victoria, she knew she had made a terrible mistake.

The wedding feast was a lavish affair, with nobles and courtiers gathered to celebrate the union. But Queen Leah couldn't bring herself to join in the revelry. She sat at the high table, her eyes on her husband and his new bride, her heart heavy with foreboding. Meanwhile, Duke Leoswood watched the scene with satisfaction. Lady Victoria would produce a new heir, and the blind princess would be cast aside. The kingdom would soon be his to command.

But little did he know, Lady Victoria had plans of her own. She had no intention of sharing power with anyone, least of all the duke. As she smiled and laughed, her mind was working overtime, plotting her next move.

Lady Victoria had a past of her own, shrouded in mystery. Her beauty and charm masking a ruthless determination that had driven her to climb the ranks of the court with calculated precision. Born into a minor noble family, she had always known that her looks and wit were her only currency. She had used them in the past in vain but now with the help of the duke, she was ready to use them to devastating effect.

As a young woman, she had captivated the king's attention, becoming his mistress and confidante but her ambition had soon outgrown her role as mere mistress. She wanted the throne, and she was willing to do whatever it took to get it. As a young lady-in- waiting to the Queen, her eyes had always been fixed on King Darra, but she knew that he was too honorable to set aside his wife for her. So she had bided her time, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

And then, the blind princess had been born. Lady Victoria had seen her chance and she had taken it. She had manipulated Duke Leoswood, using her charm and beauty to bend him to her will. Her ambitions went far beyond mere manipulation, she had a vision for the kingdom, one that involved her on the throne , with absolute power and control. And she would stop at nothing to achieve it.

As she sat beside King Darra at the wedding feast, her mind was racing with plans and schemes. She knew that she had to produce a male heir, and fast to secure her claim to the throne. And she knew that she had to eliminate any opposition, including the blind princess and her loyal supporters. Lady Victoria's smile was a thin, calculated line, her eyes glinting with a fierce determination. She was a woman on a mission, and nothing would stand in her way.

Lady Victoria's mind was a labyrinth of deceit and ambition, her thoughts consumed by the ultimate prize: the throne. She had manipulated the Duke with ease, using her charm and beauty to bend him to her will. Together, they had forged a pact: produce a male heir, eliminate the king, the blind princess, and the queen, and then she would marry the duke.

But she had no intention of sharing the throne with anyone, not even her ally. She would use him, exploit his power and influence, and then discard him like a pawn.

As she lay in bed beside King Darra, feigning passion and devotion, her mind was already plotting her next move. She would produce a son, a perfect little heir, and then......the king would have an accident. A tragic hunting mishap, perhaps, or a sudden illness.

The blind heiress, that insufferable little girl, would be easily dispatched. An accident, a fall, a tragic mistake. And then the Queen....poor, dear Queen Leah....she would be heartbroken, devastated by the loss of her husband and daughter. Lady Victoria would be there, of course, to offer comfort, to whisper sweet nothings in her ear, and then......the final blow.

The queen would die, and Lady Victoria would be the sole claimant to the throne. The duke would be shocked, outraged but ultimately powerless. She would marry him, of course but only to solidify her claim, to make her reign unassailable. And then... she would rule, alone, supreme, her power unchallenged. The throne, that glittering prize, would be hers and hers alone.