ᴡᴍᴍᴀᴘ: ℌ𝔢𝔯 𝔊𝔬𝔩𝔡𝔢𝔫 ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔦𝔫𝔰

Truth: the Reversed Moon

D+93

She sees them going for long, peaceful boat rides- Athy and father, that is- and wants to join them, but can only watch from a window. Her hands pressed to the glass as she sees them move further and further away on the picturesque lake. 

A pink parasol on one side of the boat, obviously it was Athanasia's. No one else within the entire palace grounds had anything remotely the same as any of the items Athanasia held in her possession.

Not when Father gave Athanasia things that were one of a kind. Seeking out rare, precious items from far and wide, sparing no expense for his beloved daughter and crown princess. 

But father- why won't you give me anything?  You give everything to Athanasia, and her alone, but why not me too? 

You accepted me into the family, I'm your daughter too- but why are the treatments of us sisters so different? In your eyes, am I not your daughter too? Am I not family? 

Jennette already knew the cruel answer to that, with how father never so much as let her come near him. Was she, was she nothing but an obligation to fulfill because of her mother?

She is permanently banned from entering the gardens that father had created- made exclusively for Athanasia's use only, and being unable to have one for her own for her own personal use, or even a shared one. 

As long as everyone knew it was created for her, she would have no problem with sharing with the attendants, but when the thought crossed her mind, bile seemed to rise in her throat, and she bit back a sharp retort. She couldn't. 

Why should she, a princess, have to share anything? But as she looked around her, there was nothing she could possibly share anyways, she didn't have anything- nothing of value- what, save her eyes.

Jennette enviously looks on, biting her nails to the quick as she wrinkles her dress in the shadows. A cracked vase tossed to the side as Jennette shouted in anger, and it shattered upon impact on the corner side of the dusty vanity. 

Her anger couldn't hold itself back any longer, and she ripped into her bedspread in a fury of a woman hath been scorned, not once, but many times over. She wanted the life Athanasia lived! 

Jennette lifted the water glass, still half empty, and smashed it onto the opposite wall, water seeping into the wallpaper, making it damp.

Her pillows are lifted from the bed, and she stomps on them before scratching into their cases and pulling out tufts of tiny feathers, much less of an amount than what she would have had- were she Athanasia. 

The thought enraged her once more, and she savagely tore the cloth apart, and when there was nothing left in it, she turns to the vanity. 

Her breaths leaving her in huffs, and she's shuddering from limb to limb as she screams, and sweeps the pens and paper off the surface.

The Ruby Palace was barren of any people except for herself, only coming when it needed cleaning, and Jennette tried everything she could to lean on these fast moving people, only to be snubbed in a matter of fact way. 

She stops. 

Never having understood what "effort" meant to garner people's attention, when since she was born, she could glide by in life without lifting a finger. 

Alpheus' mansion was her treasure, she had never realized- because now? Now, this present- was a different "story" all together.

Jennette hated how she didn't have the blonde hair of her father, or like Athanasia's beautiful golden locks- maybe if she had, she would have been accepted into that glittering pair.