I, Rhaenari, have a hard life.
Strange life.
And unending life.
I don't know how many times my life reoccurs after I get brutally murdered.
And everytime I get less and less more human, less emotionally and physically. I'm alive but dead inside.
It all began in the year 1001 a.c.
In a world full of terrors, in a world where sickening things happens, not normally. I physically abused a girl named Visenya only 10 years by age. I couldn't help it, I was the princess from a family of usurper, and Visenya was the true descendants I wasn't, and I was... Jealous, simply jealous. I was young and stupid, I did something I didn't know was a grave mistake.
I caused a young girl's suffering, and now I'm paying for that crime with my life – a cycle that seems unending, caused by her lovers curse. I hate it, to die. I tried to change my fate in every way possible yet it's the same, I always return to the same day a year before my death, powerless to alter it, because Visenya already despises me.
When... When will this end? When will the dept be payed?
That's it, I'll try the other way.
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The Daveniri (Gxg)
RomanceGxg(gl) Another year. Another cycle. The weight of it pressed down, heavy and suffocating. She knew the day, the hour, the very moment her life would end. She knew the face of her killer, the burning hatred in her eyes. But knowing didn't change...
