Villainess Snake
People always said that I would be a villainess. I would stay quiet and smile at them. Always hiding my anger behind a mask. I would always hide in my sister's shadow, everyone thinking that my sister is the light, the angel that would be their queen someday. But when she was alone, behind closed doors. She would change. She would always torture me, yell at me, starve me, and other things I do not want to mention. Every time I get dressed I see the scars all over my body. Each scar a memory of each weapon she used. Our parents were too scared to even talk to my sister. Knowing what my sister can do for them. Become a queen. How could my parents not see through her selfish acts? Once she became queen she would just leave them in the dust. I can’t even call myself Salvatore, a very well known last name in Winter Capital. People call me the screw up and soon to be hanged. I don’t even know what I have done to be called these names. All I have done is sit in the corner and read, even at parties. I'm pretty sure my sister had spread rumors about me reading witchcraft and poison spells. I was actually reading a romance novel.
But let me just get straight to the point. Why am I telling you these things? It’s because I'm going to “die” in a few minutes. And no this is not a reincarnation story. Not every story gives people a second chance. This story is about a goddess saving an abused girl, a story where a girl lives through the help of a king, a king that would even start a war for me, because we fall deeply in love with each other. This is a story of how the villainess gets her way.
ShiroBlue · Fantasie