Descendant of Aurora

I am the villain.

The monster blamed for shattered families and faces marked by darkness.

I am the echo of pain, the whisper that comes before mourning.
And if I ever show weakness, those I love will die.

I have learned to wear shadows like armor - not by choice, but by necessity.

My father claims to be the rightful king.
I am merely his weapon, shaped as bait - the perfect trap to win the prince's trust, to make him believe in me... and open his heart... and with it, the palace gates.

While the prince succumbs to my lies, my father moves to claim the throne he says is his by birthright.
Every word I speak cuts deeper than a blade. Every smile hides a wound that will never heal. There is danger in pretending too long - sometimes the act becomes the truth.
And when the prince looks at me with kindness, the web I've woven begins to unravel.

If I love him, I lose everything around me.
If I lie, I lose myself.

Perhaps that is every villain's curse - to die for a truth she was never meant to tell.