ᴡᴍᴍᴀᴘ: ℌ𝔢𝔯 𝔊𝔬𝔩𝔡𝔢𝔫 ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔦𝔫𝔰

Garden of Eden: the World

D-0

The moment Jennette Margarita, foster child of the house of Alpheus entered the palace stepping through those beautiful gates, smelling the air that was so different- the smell of wealth and power, of prestige. 

Just as a not-so-simple visitor to reside in a room within the Ruby Palace, Princess Athanasia, the heir apparent to the Imperial throne, fell suspiciously ill. 

It suddenly didn't matter that a new princess had arrived in the palace. It was like her surprise debut to the inner palaces didn't exist. This, much to her bafflement, was true.

Like she didn't even exist.

What did it matter that however much she claimed to be the Emperor's child, with her blue gem eyes, no matter how undeniable the blood relation was- she wasn't readily accepted like she should have. 

But she should have been welcomed with open arms. It wasn't fair to her, and Jennette knew it. 

Quite the opposite of what was the epitome of a warm welcome from times gone by. Those times that were no longer in her grasp after all. They had been torn asunder by Athanasia's delighted smiles. 

Presents for Princess Athanasia to get well are sent to the Emerald Palace in packed carriages, everyone forgetting that it was also the same day that Jennette was allowed to reside within the grounds. 

No trumpets or lines of maids outside to greet her, a single guard letting her in (unwillingly) with a scowl, having been called away from his real duties to let some outsider in. Someone who could bring harm to Princess Athanasia. 

Fake smiles abound would have been better, because for those with less than perfect eyesight cannot tell whether a smile is fake or not within these golden palaces.

 Of course, no one was smiling, especially with the fact that the princess had fallen sick- possibly due to the onslaught of stress from the coming of another member of the imperial family, when for so long, it had only been his majesty and her highness. 

Hateful eyes at every direction as Jennette's ribbons fluttered in the wind, hoping to gain some semblance of sympathy from any onlookers. 

None took the bait, skirts lifted to rush to the princess and the sound of boots making their way, all to the same room.

So, Jennette did what every other nice sister in her position would do. She went to go visit her ailing sibling and offer her the most sincerest of condolences.

Although those sincere condolences were nothing but her scoping out what her sister was like. If she was too pretty, like the rumors she had heard, like she had been when Jennette had seen but a glimpse of her at the debutante, Jennette wouldn't hesitate to strike her down. 

Jennette would show off her kind side to the people of the palace. She didn't know how well they would react, but she knew, with a few smiles here and there, and her signature cheery wave, she would steal away their hearts in the blink of an eye. 

She had confidence in her looks, having been told since she was a child that she was special- more than others, even if it was less than Ijekiel, but Mr. Alpheus didn't tell her something as important as that. 

So when she needed her shoes to be shined, others kneeled in front of her. 

When she wanted something, others bought them for her. When she batted her eyelashes, and whined while pointing a little, they tripped on air to acquire it for her pleasure and satisfaction.

There was none of that now, as far as Jennette could see. With every attendant, every lady in waiting, maidservant, butler, avoiding her within a five-foot radius. At first, she thought with pleasure at it.