Hysteria

Hysteria

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Elizabeth had always, ALWAYS been the perfect child. Elegant upbringing. Elegant dressing. Everything is elegant. There was one thing anyone would've noticed around her. That being, no one ever saw her outside her room. All that people saw of her was the vase of nightshades she kept beside her window sill. The castle she lived in populated quite a bit of family, but none of them have as much as glanced at her. All they did was to pass by her room, a light tap on the door with a giggle as if they felt friendly. The entire tree was quite dysfunctional. Family dinners never exist. Court sessions were never intact. The king and queen were hardly ever in agreement. The entire country's economy was going under. Oh, what a brilliant day to be alive! ** Updates coming... irregularly. Possibly twice a week!! Keep ur eyes peeled, HEH.
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Inure: (v.) To accustom to accept something undesirable, evil, or painful. An other worldly girl is reincarnated as Queen Estella de Royalis, the villainess of a novel that is killed by her own husband. Having no other choice, she strives to save herself from that fate. However, the novel she read is not the reality she believed. ______ I tried on another, a red one this time. I twirl in its large skirt. "This one matches your eyes," I say as I spin. "This one too." I stop, putting my hands on my hips. "Are you going to order all of them?" "If I want to, yes, I will." He doesn't budge. I sigh, sitting next to him. "You know that you don't have to do this. I can go buy my own dresses." "I know, but I want to see you wear dresses that I chose. Besides, is it so wrong to want to spend time with you?" ______ Note: This is entirely my work. I want to see if I'm able to write something without a plot set up for me. I hope you like it!

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