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Jennette Margarita, the Lovely Princess of the Obelian Empire was treasured by her father the Emperor, loved upon by her fiancé and admired by the citizens.
Athanasia De Alger Obelia, the Abandoned Princess of the Obelian Empire was detested by her father, simply had her maid to believe in and was shunned at by the citizens.
Jennette was like the sun- favored upon by the Empire in the dawn, honoring them with the warmth of its sunlight.
Athanasia instead was like the moon- eternally concealing itself behind the sun's silhouette, begging for it to at least share its light while it was overlooked when people slept.
But to him, existing as the moon was better than existing like the sun.
While the sun was luminous and radiated warmth, the clouds encircling it would obstruct its sunshine, as if hindering it from discovering the society.
It was untouchable.
And when the sun is at its pinnacle, the fever it would emit would be destructive, and that was precisely what occurred.
Their father stood too near the sun, that he had succumbed to the gloom in the presence of the moon.
Even if the moon was frigid and stiff, it gave off a feeling of solace, allowing you delightful dusk to slumber. Though it obtained its moonlight from the sun, it had its companions, the stars, to comfort it.
We were able to set foot on it.
And when the moon was at its pinnacle, the gleaming moonlight it would provide was unwinding, lending us decent light in the twilight where it would have been only gray without it.
It was basically like life and death.
Life could be camouflaged as death, while death could be masked as life. It was offering and snatching, snatching others' lives while it offered, and offering others lives while it snatched.
If one were to be lost to sight, like how the moon was executed one daybreak, it would be destructive.
However the Obelian Empire conveyed no notice towards the indications the deities had lent, and in exchange, they will compensate with their light, forever living in the shadows at twilight.
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Poisoned by her sister out of enviousness, nobody would have speculated that she was framed. The desires for her to be executed weren't unheard of their father.
He had bestowed them what they desired, she was to be executed in the dawn for poisoning the crown princess- what an outrageous story.
The Emperor had expressed how much he had despised her, going so far as to not even make prosecution and just settling the deadly fault towards her merely because she was the one right beside his dear daughter, Jennette, during the event.
If she had known the tea her elder sister would drink was contaminated, she would have rather swallowed it all by herself.
Because if Jennette was injured in the doing, that would make their father dishearten.
How pitiful.
She loathes herself for tumbling down into such a scheme, and for the people who had the audacity to do such a thing towards her elder sister. Along with making the sole person that ever looked after her, even when she was about her die, just to redeem Athanasia's dignity from the unjustified execution.
But what she really detests was the reality that she could never place one ounce of hatred in her heart towards her father- it was like she had no such element called resentment, even just a bit, within her for him.
And while she was wallowing away in sadness inside the palace dungeons, she was gradually losing hope that someone, somebody to at least protect her- and as anticipated, her execution near, only dusk away.
Athanasia could recall the harsh, bitter words her father had said, the night before she was hurled to wither away in the dungeon, she hoped for him to at least listen to her- to glare at her without a grimace.
It was a chaotic night during the happening, the second princess of the Obelian Empire, Athanasia, was kneeling in front of the emperor, her father.
"What will it take for you to love me?" She begged, on her knees as she clenched onto one of her father's legs, tears dripping down her complexion.
She then peered at him with her jeweled blue eyes, the equal as his, "Should I become like Jennette? If I do, will you call my name dearly as you do to hers?"
Claude merely glanced at her with unwavering sharp eyes, gaze fixated into a scowl towards the one who's had poisoned his dear daughter, Jennette.
"And watch me with warmth in your eyes?" Athanasia began again, more tears cascading down from her eyes, "Will you hold me in your arms without pushing me away?"
This moment, Claude eventually uttered; "Such a thing won't happen until the day I die." Coldness lacing his voice, Athanasia felt a quiver go up to her spine.
"Why is that?" She asked, her physique and voice trembling in sorrow, "I'm your daughter too, father. I was by your side much longer than Jennette."
Stillness filled the hall, only Athanasia's whimpers could be listened to until Claude then gave her a scowl full of animosity and hostility.
"You fool," her breath hitched, "There was never a day I considered you as my daughter."
Those final words cracked her heart, demolishing the final expectation she had for him. But now, she wasn't believing anyone to protect her.
Frankly, who would tempt a protest against the Emperor just for her? If there was such an individual, they would have presumably already been smitten by Jennette.
And yet the twilight before her execution, on the barred windows of the dungeon arose an angel before her.
Those eyes that gazed at her with affection and tenderness was all she wished to recognize from her father's jeweled cerulean eyes. It made her reminisce about her mother, the mother she had never seen before.
From when she was almost ten years old, Lily had confided her in detailed features about how her mother looked like-
"She had very lustrous hair-"
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'He has silky hair...'
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"- a kind and a delicate feeling that makes her undeniably attractive-"
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'Why does it seem he's luring me in?'
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"- and she has the loveliest eyes in the shade of pink!"
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'His eyes... They are so bewitching,' her feelings alone couldn't justify how fairy-like he looked, almost like her as Lily would say.
"Sister..."
And from the person she didn't even know existed, she had heard the statement she was dying to hear;
"I've arrived to save you."
During the night, Athanasia has whisked away like a princess getting ready to elope with her prince- yet to her, he was an angel who appeared from the heavens.
She was so entranced that her senses went blank, not even questioning where they were going or what to do whether they would be found, caught, and then executed.
Somehow, Athanasia felt safe in the arms of her brother, a brother she had never met neither did she know existed.
When they had halted, they had reached an unbelievable grove, a forest that was shrouded in unique flowers and trees, enchanted creatures huddling around them as they came upon a bed of violets bundled up together.
She was still entranced with his eyes that she didn't notice when a fairy cast a spell on her, she was still entranced with his eyes that she didn't notice him settling her down on the bed- her clothing that used to be rags replaced with a pink flower gown, her limbs feeling loosen, having the discomfort from the chains vanish.
Though she was a bit weary, she wanted to at least say something to the angel.
"........... thank you, brother, " was all she could say, allowing her eyes to close, not knowing that she would plunge into a deep slumber-
"For you to be safe," he started, caressing her golden locks that had its shine once again.
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"Sleep, my precious sister."
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- never to wake up once furthermore as her corpse was encased in crystal.
"Your wish is my command, " Arius muttered, hammering the wishes of his sister in his mind, "I will do anything for you."
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Jennette was bedridden for the entire time her sister had gotten executed, she was mourning, as others would say.
She acknowledged her sister didn't do that, but the emotion of deception of her possibly actually doing the deed traumatized her- resulting in her to run down with a cold.
Unknowingly, this has resulted in their father's disdain for Athanasia to go up to its climax, accusing her to why he had a headache, why Jennette was bedridden- because of the poison- along with the fact that he couldn't have a nice day outside for tea with his dear daughter.
"Felix, bring how is Jennette doing?" The Emperor inquired his knight, the red-haired evidently a bit lifeless since this dawn.
It was obviously because of the execution, but Claude didn't even believe in the likelihood.
"The crown princess is currently recuperating. Her personal maid is currently taking care of her, " Felix replied, his head slightly downcast.
Claude gave a grunt as a reply, slightly aggravated when he heard she was still bedridden. And the moment he thought of her, headache resurfaced.
"Gah, Felix, let's go for a walk, " he implied, the knight trailing behind as they began making their way to the garden.
Just when they were near the hallway, another painstakingly annoying headache came as Claude leaned against the wall for support, Felix concerned behind him.
Claude's consciousness was gradually vanishing away, the only thing on his mind was Athanasia, 'That damn wench...'
"Your majesty!" Felix came scrambling to Claude's side as he grunted in discomfort, "What's wrong?!"
"....... ette."
"What, you Majesty?!" The knight inquired, concern evident on his complexion as Claude began to slump down the wall.
"Jennette! Call Jennette"
And that was the last thing he could shout before his vision proceeded to fade away into darkness.
That day, the Emperor was deduced to have been cursed, not by a normal spell- rather it was made out of black magic.
A category of mysterious and lethal magic that is forbidden in the Empire after the tyrant Emperor had utilized it over his reign.
And during that duration, Jennette was laying near her father, her fiancé reassuring her that everything was alright as she wept when she had learned he was cursed.
Regrettably, the twilight when Jennette slumbered beside her father, Emperor Claude had succumbed to the shadows in his rest. It during that period of time when the Emperor who was believed to be deceased appeared heretofore and took back his throne.
The dictator, Anastacius De Alger Obelia, revealed the reality of Jennette's whole life; she was the reason why her uncle had perished.
The crown princess had speculated she was made out of passion, but in certainty, she was made out of the voracious and insatiable needs of her parents. And lastly, black magic.
And it was that ebony trickery which had murdered the person she had believed to be her father.
When she was laying near him, nodding off peacefully, she was literally massacring him. And this had stunned her more than what had happened with her sister.
The Empire was devastated for two unbroken years, the citizens famish and maintaining no livelihoods. Abandoned youths withering on the alleys whilst the affluent and selfish aristocrats were relishing a delightful feast, having sufficient apparel while others could only don a sack.
Everyone had reckoned, 'This is the end.' After all, their lovely princess- who was now twenty- was like a powerless princess rabbit against the terrifying tyrant lion, even though he was her biological father.
The tyrant Emperor was dead, the news surrounding the entire monarchy brought satisfaction and relief to the citizens, endorsing the hero who had slain the dictator.
But they asked themselves;
'Who was this supposed hero?'
'Who would be inheriting the crown?'
'How is the crown princess?'
'Does the nobility know who this hero is?'
'Is he related to the past royal family? The late Emperor Claude's child, perhaps?'
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It came across to him the heavens were ridiculing him, replaying the event where his sister had pleaded their father, but rather, it was Jennette and himself.
"Br-brother, please! Please don't execute my uncle and aunt!" Jennette begged, her eyes replicating her mother's, a woman she so loathes even if they hadn't met face to face yet.
Arius merely remained reserved, perceiving the state his cousin was in, contemplating.
'Why is she calling me 'brother'?' was one of his thinking, considering it a rather a ludicrous aspect to call her out for.
She thoroughly understands that they had never stood together as siblings, he was astonished at her boldness to even call him brother, when she knows why he was executing her uncle and aunt.
"They were the only element that made my sister cry, along with the fact why my sister survived a dreary life."
He had told her ahead, and yet she possessed the audacity to plead him to skimp on the ones who had made his sister suffer, he will never ever bestow empathy to those who had wronged his sister.
"Brother, am I not your sister?!" Jennette's sorrow-filled voice only amounted to his longing to execute her furthermore. She was one of the main two reasons why his sister lived a shunned life.
The windows started to slowly crack, taking hold of Jennette's attention. The crack on the window caught her off guard as she gaped wide-eyed at the window. It was earning more and more cracks until he eventually settled down.
"B-b-brother?" She meekly blurted, shocked to see him giggling as knelt down to her level.
"Listen, Jennette." Jennette was naive, ignorant, and gullible, her realization was delayed, but she feels something was disturbing about his warm smile and hand that was caressing her brown hair.
The fact that the affection and tenderness didn't reach his eyes scared her, immensely. Ample that she couldn't breathe properly. But then she discovered something, his mana was seeping out, and it was suffocating her.
"You fool," Arius murmured under his breath, "You damn foolish princess," the hand that used to softly caress her hair then yanked it harshly as he stood up, pulling her with him.
"P-p-please st-s*cough, top!" Jennette scarcely wailed, her chest pulsating in agony from the scarcity of air along with the injury Arius made by yanking her hair.
"Ple-" she hesitated abruptly, fear noticeable in her green eyes as she gawked at the jeweled blue eyes Arius held.
He then said the words she surely fears;
"There was never a day I considered you as my sister."
Arius then plainly stood up and left the room, abandoning Jennette as she breathed for her energy to show up. His mana was still encircling the room, resulting in her to not get a fraction of air.
In due time, she would wither. And Arius craved that. He yearned for her to experience the same suffering his sister felt when she was supposedly hanged, that's why he took out her air- it likely felt like she was breathing in ice-cold air, and, again, he wished that.
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He needed her to suffer.
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Passing by the coffin, inside were thornless roses which were where his deceased father laid down on, Arius' opinions had obtained a fraction of morbidity, imagining about any type of manners to make those damn Alpheus dogs undergo the same suffering as his sister received.
"Your majesty, your audience is waiting, " Felix spoke out to catch his attention, standing right beside the entrance he was going to pass through.
"Ok..." Arius mumbled, dragging it lengthier than common as he clenched onto a locket in his hand. The locket was gifted to him by his sister, right before she finally fell into a deep slumber. He remembers her words as clear as day;
"I knew someone was going to save me... Thank you so much, brother."
Arius doesn't know how she was able to keep the locket hidden, but it made him sense something fuzzy inside. But in all sincerity, he felt he didn't have the right to her appreciation, rather, he believed she should have screamed at him for not arriving sooner, for not protecting her from the dirty world.
And that's one of the motives why he approved of the unusual coffin, a coffin ingrained with Lucas' enchantment which rendered the person laying inside unable deteriorate away.
And better yet, depart again.
The other explanation on why he accepted it was to help his sister's final desire, to which he did; he had rested Lilian beside her, in a coffin, her corpse encircled by actual lilies so the two could rest together.
"She's the only other one who cared for me... So please, brother."
"Your so kind, Athy, " he mumbled to himself, praising his adorable sister.
'Lucas said... Those coffins would make people live longer, even after death, just as long as they're inside,' Arius thought, recalling the time when complexion came back to his father's skin.
The flowers, on the other hand, were granted to him by the fairies that took away with him when he was a child, supporting him as he was their favorite woman's offspring.
Flowers that illustrated a significant resemblance towards the person could make them conserve their youth, only bringing them slumber as eternity flew by.
"Athy should be okay, the fairies are taking care of her," Arius whispered under his breath, the golden entrance already opening in front of him.
"Here is the Emperor, Arius De Alger Obelia!"
Pacing inside, he could faintly listen to the mutters from the crowds. Several of them had begun crying out honors to the Emperor, him, while others were to the Empire itself.
Eventually reaching the golden throne, he settled down, intersecting one leg over each other as he tilted his head onto his hand.
"Blessings and Glory to the sun of the Obelian Empire!"
Even though it was a decent noise-filled room, Arius was prepared to prevent it from entering his ears as simply buzzes entered instead.
'Ah, mother,' he gazed at the portrayal of his other he had ordered. Diana was relaxing elegantly with her shimmering blonde hair resting on her back, the fondness within her pink eyes, 'I became Emperor.'
This isn't the book about the Lovely Princess, it was the story of Arius, with Athanasia- his twin sister.
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「Who Made Me A Princess」
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