The Wicked Stepsister Retires from the Fairytale
The apple doesn't fall far from the tree.
That was what they whispered about me. My mother was a dancer who seduced an Emperor to survive. I was the ignored princess who seduced a Prince to steal a throne.
I thought I was the heroine of a romance novel. I thought if I smiled enough, schemed enough, and loved him enough, I would get my happily ever after.
I was wrong. My sister was the beloved Cinderella. The Crown Prince was her Prince Charming. And I? I was just the wicked stepsister who got in the way.
My reward for stealing the male lead was a hellish marriage, a cold bed, and a lonely death.
Now, I have returned to the beginning. I'm done chasing fairytales. I'm done trying to be someone I'm not. This time, I won't go to the ball. I won't wear the glass slipper. I will just fade into the background and disappear.
Or so I thought.
"Careful, Your Highness."
On the balcony where I tried to hide from the world, a hand caught me. It wasn't a Prince. It was a Knight I had never noticed before.
I wanted to retire from this fairytale, but it seems the story isn't done with me yet
