2 Princess Anna

Everyone knew about the ceremony of coronation, even a small kid would tell you about every single detail in it, however this moment wasn't meant for the coronation, which would start later on.

This moment was one of the dirty plays my dear, god cursed, father schemed. I looked away, as I knew well enough what this would end up to, and I wasn't content with it, I wasn't agreeing to it, god curse those who were scheming at me in this way!

In fact, I was not a god girl, not believing in what my own subjects believed. If there was a god overseeing these lands, he or she would never be reconciled with the filthy acts of my father, defiling my own house like this, killing and torturing every pure soul in it.

God was merciful, but this mercy didn't oversee my house, or my country. I glanced sideways to my dear father, seeing this distasteful smile over his face, how could he live like this? Knowing he lied over everyone here, knowing how sordid his actions were!

Aaron, my dear beloved father, smiled, wearing his highly beloved war armor, dressed in silver from head to toes, with his own face only appearing to the masses. He held his famous dragon tooth sword in the scabbard, like he was the peacekeeping knight of my own country.

For me I knew the best of him, he wouldn't hesitate to unsheathe that sword and captivated my head if I dared to disobey him. being a prince before meant I was under his mercy, and today he was making sure that, even when I was going to be a king to this country, I would always stay a prisoner to his authority, a clay game he played with his fingers, shaping it as much as he liked, without considering my own opinion about anything.

Oh god, how much I hated him!

I looked away from him, with my eyes attached to that platform, built in the middle of this vast square. It was built for days, meant for a specific reason only, to cuff my hands forever and ever. How things got this far?

"Make way to the Princess Anna!"

Suddenly, a guard from behind yelled, followed by a minor courtesy salute to a very beautiful young lady, almost on par of my height, using a cheap high heel trick to do it.

I glanced over my shoulders to spot her, a flower that was destined to bloom summer and winter. She walked, in her tight frock at the waist, very wide and fluffy at the chest, ending by a low neckline, showing parts of her porcelain like smooth skin and voluptuous pair of ample breasts.

If we were to stand together, girl to girl, I was sure her shiny stunning look would pale in front of mine, but today, as usual, we stood together, prince and princess, to greet the masses, as a man and his fiancée.

Yes, she was my damned fiancée, picked by my own dear father. My father never was a niggardly man when it came to secure the future of my kingdom, his future not mine.

My country was well known to be the country of land, where my royal family ruled supreme for ages. My main land kingdom had strict rules, written by my first great ancestors. No one was allowed to change these rules, even the king.

One of the rules was not to let a woman sit on the throne of the kingdom. My ancestor was betrayed once by his own beloved wife, and since then he wrote and emphasized over this point. In other countries than here, I could be easily crowned a queen, ruling over my people, but not here, not inside my own kingdom.

Life was merciless, to me at the least. It wasn't enough to grant me this cold hearted father, I was also cursed with this snake shifted princess, a one that I hate so much that she took the second position in my list, well-deserved and deserved, after he devoted actions to ruin my life.

She wasn't just a princess from my country, she wasn't even from my country. She was the main line princess of source world country, a place so evil that even thinking about it gave me goosebumps.

I took a deep breath, trying to calm my disturbed mind, as I handed my dear fiancée my hand, to let her, gently, take mine, while I pressed tightly over hers, praying I might fracture some nails, or fingers, or even her entire hand.

She looked at me, smiled passionately in the most groose way ever. Her charming smile was like a curse to me, as I looked away, hastily, trying to distract myself off her.

"You look handsome, as always, my love."

Her toxic words came, nonetheless, and I had to reply, in courtesy, per usual.

"It's your shining beauty that shields the suns off, my love, that makes my day worth."

She giggles, and I suppressed the urge to punch her on that perfect face to spoil it. I took a deep breath, again, trying to control myself, collecting my emotions, hoping I wouldn't do anything that would make this day even worse.

"Oh, look, it's the filthy traitor over there!"