Her Story.

Was she serious about that man?How could she say that he's the one? I don't see anything special from him except from his perfectly built body at his old age.

But saying that he's the one she's been waiting for? It's a complete nonsense!

For me to be short, I don't like this man for my Auntie.

"Tsk. WHY HIM?" I cussed under my breath, feeling disappointed from it and was ready to punch the pillow beside me.

I was relaxing in my bedroom, sitting on the floor beside my bed.

Upon thinking about it, I suddenly felt a bitterness in my heart.

I just took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.

I've been feeling this way for the past few days; I thought that once I arrived in Sudbury, all my anxiety would go away, but I don't think so.

"Why does it have to be this way? What did i do? Don't i deserve happiness in my life?"

Tears started to flow down from my eyes and through my cheeks as i started to feel hopeless and despair within me.

I don't know what to do anymore...

I need answers..

My heart began to beat quickly, and I began to experience shortness of breath. My vision started to get blurry as i tried to catch my breath by holding my throat.

I forced myself to stand up but ended up kneeling on the floor while i tried to call for Auntie but no words comes out from my mouth.

My body went limp and i crumpled to the ground, the world fading away into a dark void. The sound of my own heartbeat echoed in my ears before it, too, grew silent.

I gasped and opened my eyes to see a dim light ceiling in front of me, my heart racing inside my chest, and then I realized I was only dreaming.

It was already midnight when I slowly sat up from my bed. My room was dark, and the only light was a ray of the moon shining through my window, creating an eerie and quiet ambiance inside my bedroom.

What was that dream all about? Did i nearly died back there?

Upon that thought, I quickly clicked opened the lamp beside me when a sudden shiver in my spine i felt. But before i could think about my dream, The book was beside the lamp, sitting next to it.

Then i had the urge to read it already.

~*~

Geirraven Beauchamp.

A lady of great mystery, with crimson, flowing locks that cascaded down her back in gentle waves. Her eyes were like pools of a blue sea, deep and inviting, but holding secrets that few could guess. Her skin was porcelain white, unblemished and smooth as silk, giving her an air of delicate fragility that belied the strength and power within.

But she was the Lady whose unloved by everyone even with her enticing beauty and wisdom. She was envied by everyone and even her relatives treated her as an outcast and no Noble dared to befriend her.

As a result, she ignored those experiences and concentrated solely on her goal.

Being a Successor in her family was her priority in order to prove to them that she was worthy of being an Heiress as the only daughter of the Famous Duke and Duchess.

She was the daughter of a wealthy duke and duchess, born into a life of privilege and luxury. Her upbringing had been one of refinement and elegance, with every need and desire catered to from the moment of her birth. She had grown up surrounded by opulence, with sumptuous fabrics, glittering jewels, and the finest food and wine money could buy.

But despite her privileged upbringing, she was not spoiled or entitled. Instead, she had a quiet grace and dignity, a sense of poise and self-possession that came from knowing. She was well-educated, fluent in several languages, and well-versed in the arts and literature.

Her beauty was breathtaking and she moved with a regal grace, every gesture and movement imbued with a sense of effortless nobility.

But beneath her calm exterior, there was a fierce intelligence and independence. She had been taught to think for herself, to question authority, and to challenge the status quo. She was a woman of her own mind, not content to simply be a decorative ornament in the world of the aristocracy.

She was the embodiment of privilege and wealth, but also of intellect, beauty, and inner strength.

Even the aristocracy was intrigued by her talents, which she possessed.

But behind those kinds, She was still imperfect.

She hungered for love from her parents.

She was despised by her mother, named Elizabeth Beauchamp while she recieved hatred from her father, Terrowin Beauchamp.

The Duke and Duchess of the Akkadian Empire and the second high ranking noble across the kingdom.

The Duke and Duchess had been forced into a marriage of convenience, a union that had been arranged solely for the purpose of consolidating power and wealth. They had never loved each other, nor had they even known each other before their wedding day. They had been brought together by their families and society, and had been compelled to go through with the ceremony despite their lack of affection or compatibility.

The Duke, a proud and ambitious man, had seen the union as a means to elevate his standing in society and to solidify his power base. He had been willing to marry anyone who could bring him the wealth and connections he needed to secure his place in the upper echelons of society. The Duchess, on the other hand, had been forced into the marriage by her family, who had seen it as a way to gain social status and influence.

Despite their shared position of wealth and privilege, the Duke and Duchess led separate lives, with little in common beyond their status and their duty to produce a heir. They had never been able to form a real connection, and their marriage had been one of convenience and obligation, rather than love.

Their forced union had been a source of resentment and bitterness for both of them, as they had been denied the freedom to choose their own partners and to follow their hearts. They had been trapped in a loveless marriage, bound by duty and tradition, with no hope of escape or happiness.

While Geirraven Beauchamp grew unloved by them. She never experienced to bond with them in real life.

She thought, "What does it feel to be loved by them?"

Although these years of growing up,they did'nt still dared to take pity on her.

Geirraven wished to make friends. Noble ladies she could invite and converse with, but those were beyond her capabilities. Her parents ordered her to be perfect and poised in front of the aristocracy, particularly the royal family.

She always obeyed their orders, but it wasn't enough to enable them to spend her with the attention and love she deserved.

But inside the Ducal Palace, the only person who loved and cared for her was a mere maid. Despite her low status, she expressed her affection for the duke and duchess's daughter.

She was the one who looked after her when she was a baby. She looked after her like it was her own daughter.

The mere maid was the only one who was kind to her inside the Duchy, while other servants avoided her due to her envious beauty and knowledge.

Because they believed that the Lady was cursed.

"YOU DARED TO DEFY MY ORDERS! WHAT KIND OF A DAUGHTER ARE YOU!?"

The duke raged and slapped her that sent Geirraven helplessly on the floor.

Her hands trembled while she holds her left cheek. She was terrified from her Father's harsh action and the raging voice that comes from him.

Tears that would never stop flowing from her eyes and the rampaging beat of her heart that won't seem to calm. It was her first time that she recieved this kind of chastening from his birth father.

She was in her youth days when this traumatizing event happened from that one mistake she did, she changed.

Geirraven realized that it was a lesson for her to learn throughout her life. But is being perfect and talented was enough for her?

Every kind of praise was already within her but the act of Love was wasn't there. It was just like a missing puzzle from her life but how can she find and obtain it?

"Your parents loved you and the world would never change that because you are the Daughter of the Beauchamp's" Clara the maid reminded it to her even though she wasn't sure about it but she just wanted to make her day better because that's the only way she can do for her.

The day she's been waiting for. A Banquet that will be held inside their duchy every 4 years. This was the time that she could be recognized by the new people inside of their empire. It was an opportunity for her to gain favor from them.

She knew from herself that she was ready to show her skills and prowess of her mind towards them, from the instructions and orders from her parents she knew that they are proud of her being the rightful Heiress of the House.

Now that she's already in her right age, it was time for her to meet the Royale Family.

And that Day began, It all changed.