Three years and 364 days later.

In front of me is a youth of the age of four. She has long black hair that reaches her waist. she is 3 feet tall. Looking at her face you would see smooth fair skin. This youth has a pointed nose level with the ground. A small mouth displaying no emotion, as it never has. her right eye is a vivid silver, that would draw anyone's attention. Her long hair covers the left side of her face.

This girl is in a silk robe that goes down to her knees.

Personal maid of MC: "Princess, this was a gift from the king, your father. It is called a mirror, but this specific mirror is considered a masterpiece since the silver is cut so even." My personal maid interrupts my thoughts, but they only lead to a maze of questions.

This is me?

She continues again.

Personal maid of MC: "today is a special day, do you know why?"

With a glace I could tell that she was excited about my fourth birthday, She is so devoted to care about someone who doesn't even know her name. Not that she told me her name.

I maintain my sights onto this mirror, further examining the mirror. Though I know what the special occasion is... I shake my head.

Personal maid of MC: "maoh(this is supposed to be the cutesy pouting noise), Princess do you not even remember your own birthday?"

I maintain my stare into the mirror, but I can almost feel the imagine of a overly 'cutesy' pouting maid 

Personal maid of MC: "Today is a special occasion, princess. His highness, the king himself wishes to speak to you."

Oh goodie, my father. Well, I haven't seen my father in... ever. I wonder if it is a practice to never see your offspring in this world, That or it has something to do with my unique birth. Perhaps it has something to do with losing my left eye, or with how I never left this room.

I feel my fists tighten as I think of how I've been treated these past four years.

first day: I was born, then immediately given to a maid.

second day: My mother comes into the this very room I'm in now and cuts out my left eye.

all the other days: I was left here with a single maid and my beastkin half-brother. The maid takes care of my needs, like removing my feces from this room. And I sent my half-brother to train with the soldiers with the explanation of having him be my combat butler when he gets older.

I tried converting my personal maid to the Cytaari faith before, and sadly learned that it is ineffectual in later life. 

I quickly gave up on trying to leave this room. There are two armed guards outside my door at all times. Overkill much?

Every single thing in this world is trying to give me a hard time. Every single thing is trying to make this life a living hell.

perhaps noticing my distress from my tightened fists that threatned to draw blood, she interrupted my thoughts.

Personal maid of MC: "Don't worry to much about the king, all you have to do is join him for dinner. Here I'll get you dressed"

Clearly being misunderstood, I release my fist. Marking from my nails are shown, where my nails digged into my hand.

She shows a shirt, black as coal, with two thin straps that would go over the shoulders, and a similarly frilly, black, mini skirt... miniskirt?

I grab the miniskirt from the maids hands and hold it out to her, whilst shaking my head.

Understanding my problems with the skirt she lightly laughs, and says.

Personal maid of MC: "oh, but you will be so cute in front of the king! Besides, after I described you fair white skin and cute face -the king himself instructed me to make you wear this."

This king ordered this? This pervert king wants his four year old daughter to wear a miniskirt, let alone their first meeting?

Submitting, I lower my arms that hold the skirt. My shoulders droop and my face falls to the floor.

If the king personally ordered this, I cannot get out of wearing that promiscuous clothing.

Whilst the maids guard down remains, I snatch the other article of clothing from her left hand.

Personal maid of MC: "Hey, princess! I was going to dress you. now, give back the clothing or I'll have the guards outside help me dress you!"

I hear her voice. She is having fun watching me sad.

I raise my head, and stare into her eyes. The magic that I originally held within my body came out, but just a little.

With a look of utter fear she reared her head back, and took several steps back.

Personal maid of MC: "ahaha(nervous laugh), its fine you can dress yourself."

maintaining my stare into her eyes, I lift my left hand towards to door. I'm sure she got the message, since she then quickly on shaking feet left the room.

I quickly shed the sleepwear that covered my body. I didn't need to take any undergarments off since, either this world doesn't have any underwear or my pervert king/father decided that I won't wear any. This is the real reason I hesitated to wear a miniskirt. My father is a pervert after all.

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I slid the shirt over my body, but hesitated to wear the miniskirt.

Ah, I know! I turned to my discarded nightwear and tore off one of the sleeves. Through magic I melded ends of the sleeve until it turned into suitable underwear. A smile crept along my face, my pervert father will be quite disappointed I think.

I quickly slip the underwear on, along with the miniskirt.

building my resolve, I scamper towards the door of my chambers and knock two time.

The heavy door opens, and I see 8 guards waiting outside my door, along with my personal maid whose name remains unknown.

I haven't been out of that room in almost 4 years, thus I practically just out of that room and into the middle of the formation of guards. The maid takes my left hand and we walk down unfamiliar hallway after another, until we arrive at a grand set of two wooden doors.

I see two guards, each armed with a spear and short sword on each side. As soon as they notice us, they open the doors and I peer into the large dinning room. I see a rather tall, fat, old man with a golden crown upon his head at the head of the table. And nearly 30 younger children on either end of the table.

Without breaking my stride, I continue to waltz into the room. The maid and guards all stop just inside the room. Letting go of my hand, the maid stands next to me.

One of the guards walks a few steps ahead and says:

seemingly important guard: "Princess Eris has entered the presence of the king, we say, Long Live the King!"

Who? Who is this Eris? Is this perhaps my name? I am the only obvious princess that has just entered his presence, thus I'll assume this is my name.

Pervert King: "ah, so this is my daughter? hm... my vision is failing me. Bring her closer."

Without an ounce of majesty, the king said those words.

Well, I suppose I much approach him. Putting one foot over the other, I pass by each of the youths on my journey to the king. their ages range from 8 to 20, but none of them look capable in a fight. All the males are fat, and the females look weak and dull-witted.

I stop walking once I am 3 feet away from the king, I keep my face empty of emotion.

Pervert King: "I've heard from your personal maid that you have never spoken a single word"

I don't show any reaction.

Pervert King: "tch, slow witted like the rest of your sisters eh? Well at least your quite unlike the other women around me..." he stops talking and sets his gaze from the top of my head and moves down until he stops at my waist. His smile turn perverted and corrupted. "I see that like the rest of your sisters, you also wear perverse clothing in my presence."

My left hand tightens, but my face remains stoic. Even when my blood falls to the floor, I continue my stoic facade. 

Pervert King: "go eat with the rest of your sisters."

As I turned to leave, he reached down and slapped my buttocks.

I stop walking.

Anger. If he was to look into my eyes he would see a burning demon, trying to free itself from my grasp and kill everyone here. Not yet. Not yet.

Pervert King: "Do you want another? GO!"

He yelled that last command in a voice so disgusting that can only be described as maggots writhing in your ear.

I stride towards my sisters, quick to get away from the king.

Ah, as I've feared.

Each of my sisters has large breasts, meaning I will probably have large breasts. All in due time. This is something I can solve later.

Each of them are so weak. I can almost feel their abject weakness. Their clothing flows with weakness, their hair is weak, their arms are weak, and their eyes... Pathetic.

I sit as far away from this pervert king, next to one of my younger sisters. She appears to be 7.

7 year old sister: "are you the princess Eris? is it true that you were locked in a room until now? How old are you? Why are you wearing such a short skirt?

Well... this was not what I expected when I got out of that room. An annoying sister. sigh. Well, I maintain my act, and show no emotion. Instead I look forward, onto my plate. The meat on my plate smells like venison.

I take the knife with my right hand, and the fork with my left. I cut into the meat.

7 year old sister: "Your supposed to cut with your left hand and use the fork with your right."

I ignore her and continue eating the venison. The meat tasted quite bland.

When I finished the food upon my plate, I stood up and prepared to leave again. Out of this cursed room.

Pervert King: "Did you like it Eris? Beastkin does taste the best after all."

eh?

Note from author: This chapter took the better part of one day to finish, tell me if you want more chapters like this.