All I know is that I am running right now. I don't even know where I should go.
Then suddenly, my surroundings became pitch black. I stopped running. I looked around.
Haaaa... I really hate dark places.
I slowly walked in the midst of darkness and began to think. Why am I here? The last thing I remember - I drank the contents of that cup.
I stopped.
I am already dead. Yes, this is probably my soul wandering around this area.
I started walking again.
I am Elleithyia Celeste, 18 years of age, a princess of a country called 'Sierra'. Too sad that I already died, and my story ends here - a tragic heroine who lost her beloved prince.
No. Lost was not a proper term. Betrayed. I was betrayed by my fiance. In order to redeem my dignity and pride as a woman, I chose to kill myself.
I would rather die than being humiliated - a laughing stock who couldn't keep her man by her side. Rather being labeled as the 'Pathetic Lady', I would rather let this body be destroyed.
Unknowingly, tears were already flowing in my cheeks.
I lost everything - my status, my dignity, my fiance and my self-respect.
This is the end of a tragedy. My tragedy.
The tragedy of a loser princess.
And this time, I let my tears fall. I cried to my heart's content.
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Author's Note: Sorry for the short chapter. But whoever is reading this, I want to thank you already. Thank you so much for reading. I hope you like it.
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Ficção HistóricaElleithyia, being betrayed by the one she loved, wanted to end her misery when she drank the poisonous content of her cup. Never did she know that the content was only a tonic, that only let the heart stop momentarily. She wakes up in the middle...
