A Princess Back In Time

chapter three

The world did not end when her father had killed her, and stepped her every hope and dreams of happiness in just one moment, and so it did not end when the servants of the Ruby Palace begun to turn from her, and resented her existence.

Back then, she had been confused and hurt at the fact that she was not only ignored and treated like air, but some had really been awful with her. Lilian who had often comforted her, told her that she was 'this empire's precious princess, the emperor's only child' and it sounded so sweet and beautiful to her ears. That she was important. That she could be loved.

Lilian meant well, but her coddling did not do her any favor, and merely made her hope for things to get better only to be let down, cruelly by the world, and try to pick herself up from the ground and try it again. It was exhausting, to hurt herself over and over like that.

All because of hope.

It was the main reason why she had let Lilian put distance between them when she had turned seven, because she could no longer trust Lilian who only told such beautiful lies and fantasies that only hurt her in the end.

She wouldn't do it again. She doesn't want to lose Lilian ever again. She had been the only one who cared. She had been the only one who stayed, the only one who chose her.

Athanasia would rather die than lose Lilian again.

Now, she knew better.

She could not hope for any of them to change and accept her.

She could also not tolerate their behavior.

But then, she had no power. Athanasia had no power, no influence, no backers and no magic.

She had nothing.

All she had was Lily, and if she did not tolerate the servants of the Ruby Palace, losing Lily was a risk. A risk too great for her to take.

She'd rather bleed again than lose her for a second time.

"Princess, it's bath time!"

She throws her tiny arms in the air and squealed "I'yi! I'yi!"

A warm smile was on the brunette woman's face, picking Athanasia from her crib with gentle hands and kind eyes.

She couldn't get enough of it.

"You love your bath time, don't you little one?" Lilian said, teasing and happy as she nuzzled her nose against Athanasia.

Athanasia clapped her hands "wuv!"

Lilian laughed "yes, love!" She agreed.

Athanasia could only smile and giggle and do sweet, baby things.

All she could think of was how the world can flip and shake and end, and still she would never wish to be anywhere but here.

Athanasia was not her father.

She would not get revenge on people who were stupid, petty and very ignorant. You couldn't blame a fish for not being able to survive land, so why should she blane these people on wanting to make her life as miserable as possible.

She was not her father (she could never be, even if she tried), and that meant she was not interested in killing (she was too weak to even stand up for herself), piling one corpse after another (she doesn't have the ability to do that), and being a bloodthirsty monster who knew nothing of love and happiness (did you forget why she was killed? Jeanette loved him, and she was loved back. She made him smile and she crawled her way into his icy, stoney heart. But why? What was she missing? Why could he not even try to understand her— no. Just, no.)