How can you lose something you never have? When your own mother poisons you to gain pity from others, how should you feel? Why was I, the youngest, being married off? How could I care about something that was never mine? WARNING! Viewer discretion advised: Story contains adult content that is unsuitable for children. NOTE from the writer: I'm an amateur writer so please overlook plot holes, grammar issues, or anything else a story is supposed to have. This is my original story so... as the saying goes "if you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all".

"How can trust be broken when it was never yours to hold?" "My Crime...? Mother I don't understan-" a young prince confusely plead for his survival "Even now you are still acting all clean and innocent how revolting. I'm talking about the jealousy washing over you that led you to almost killing your sister" his mother, declining all his explanation "I- ... I.." he stuttered as unfamiliar faces were looking down at him "The empress is asking you a question! Answer it you filthy criminal!" Says one of the nobles. "But I didn't do anything... I - I swear on my life that I.." he plead over and over. But no one heard him.