“Love is like glass, delicate and pretty, though it can crack anytime.” My adoptive mother, the Queen, Adora. Her long, perfectly hazelnut brown hair tied in a tight, neat high ponytail, exactly 2 inches high. Her face is squared, with sharp edges and a straight, deep jawline that highlights her dimples. Her cheeks are a bright, rosy red with a soft, clear texture. 

Her eyes are the definition of angelic yet imperfect, one of her eyes being a soothing, baby blue and the other, a deep, royal blue. Her body is slim, yet regal, her waist so thin it looks like it might snap with a delicate caress. She points her thin, pale white arms up in a starting position, twirling around and ending up in the same position. I follow along carefully.

I’m so different from my mother, imperfect in every way. I twirl, my twig-like legs shake a bit, my hands thin and extended. I have short, perfectly messy blond hair tucked into a tight bun. My eyes, a nice baby blue, blink rapidly, and my breath is nervous to dance in front of my mother. My lips are bitten and cracked, I tend to bite them when I’m nervous. My jawline is sharp yet a bit dense in a few areas. 

My younger sister, Lilith, repeats after my mother. Lilith is the exact opposite of me and an absolute copy of my mother. She has long, wavy hazelnut brown hair with delicate blonde highlights tied back in a ponytail, two strands hang out to match her perfect precision. I envy her. Her lips were soft and a perfect peachy pink, her jawline sharp and perfect in every way possible. Her smile is calm and soothing, to match her soft and delicate voice. Her cheekbones are raised and relaxed, just another addition to her perfection. 

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Staring out at the city, my father reciting his speech to the military. Watching every citizen cheer him on. Just the ordinary. I glance at the crowd of people, my gaze bored yet sharp. Until, I notice a red cloak, different from the usual all-black. I stare as the cloaked head moves around the crowd, like a snake. It seems like such a beautiful red colour, like apples knotted together in perfect harmony.

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Sitting next to my father, I close my eyes, my legs crossed perfectly. The Royal Image cannot be ruined. Being perfect is our everything. I glance at our father, his eyes on me expectantly. I part my lips to speak but nothing comes out. I clear my throat, speaking in a soft yet firm voice. 

“I…believe that the Xiamno Nation can easily be invaded, once we do invade them, we will have access to the Jairlo Nation, as we have longed to invade them. Imagine how our power could stretch. How strong and feared we would be” I stare out at the guys standing, hanging at my every word. I then turn back to my father. Father glances at me before gesturing to me, meaning I am dismissed. 

I then stand up, bowing to the audience of knights and heading to my royal quarters. I walk in the long and stretched halls, my dress shoes clacking on the ground. I adjust my regal blue suit, fixing on a nice, sweet smile. I glance at the maids and butlers asking me if I need assistance, turning each one down each time. Until, one of them catches my attention, he smile softly at me, his gaze sincere and loyal.  He has short brown hair and gleaming green eyes. He has perfect tan skin and is wearing a purple robe, indicated he is a high class. Even though, he bows calmly.  

“Prince Casius,” he says calmly, his voice as silky as his pointed  ears. They peak out of his deep brown hair, like little daggers. They twitch with every flowy movement he makes. I let him take my hand, the excitement pouring through my body and making me flinch.

His smile is still sweet but struck with venom, luring into a dark swirl of desire. I blush slightly, my hands trembling. The man’s smile burst into a grin, like a spider weaving its web. I stare, falling right into it. I feel the webs, weaving around my heart. Yet, I lean into it, enjoying every burn I get. I stare at him, pulling my hand away, though he clings onto it like a spider, his smile faltering slightly, “I insist, let me take you to your quarters.” He squeezes my wrist. I nod hesitantly and let him lead me away, ignoring my body’s protests. My skin burns in areas with a deep purple, his fingertips ignited with fire. Though, I lean into his touch, letting the feeling drive me towards insanity. 

I stare at him, my voice trembling as I stutter, “Atticus…W-what did you do to me?” My gaze moves down to my fingertips, turning a dull grey, and it’s spreading, spreading fast. “I-it feels so…blank” I whisper, mostly to myself though. Atticus smiles, his hands trailing my body, leaving trails of dull grey. I lean into his touch, even as the corners of my vision turn black.