1 01- Birth

Cordelia's POV

A baby's scream cleaves the night violently. My baby.

I sigh, I don't like the smell at all.

The copper still loitering in the cold air, refusing to be blown away with the chill night wind.

"He is still not here?"

Silence.

I laugh madly.

Such an irony, you know that?

Just a few years back, like what? Seven years? I was the Regent Queen, high and almighty, everyone will love to lick my shoes, but now, not even a soul will welcome the birth of my child, his child.

Of course, being the Regent Queen was no simple, I never liked it. Imagine waking up in the wee hours of the mornings to listen to a bunch of old men throwing insults at each other. Plus, their breath really stinks, buddha knows whether they actually brushed their teeth with the proper paste. And they look ridiculous (I guess that's the only funny part) pointing at their enemy's faces screaming each other's heads off.

Seriously, it was such a waste of time.

But I was not left with a choice. My parents died, my brother died, and left with me, a 16-year-old naive princess who knew NOTHING of ways to handle the country. (no, being in regent was not as simple as all of you think)

Until I met him- Aron Quint. He was married to me and he became the Emperor while I gladly stepped down for him to hold regent authority-- Fatal Mistake.

I believed in true love, witnessing Mother and Father's unassailable dedication to each other.

However, good times never last, a humorous twist took place. Once Aron started gaining control of the Kingdom, he took in more concubines and eventually my sweet little dream was shattered.

Cordelia Lasombra had lost her family's legacy.

How am I going to face my brother? How am I going to face my family when I go under the ground too?

Love, no, Aron had never loved me, but only my authority and power. He knitted a stupid love game for me, and guess what's even funnier?

I fell for it.

"Your name shall be Ruthless." Please don't be a dumb retard like your mother, maybe if I was a bit smarter and heartless like a buddha-damn Regent Queen should be, it might not be like this.

This cold and deserted palace. This cruel world.

Just maybe.

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