I'm deleting this, can I know your thought of this thou? When we're young we're taught the distinction between a hero, a villain, good, evil, a savior, a lost cause. The only real difference is just who's telling the story. Individuals believe one side is enough to tell the whole story. Defining appearances not acknowledging the way a person stands may disguise who they are. Not being mindful of the despair ones hiding in a desperate need of hope. Not scrutinizing how individuals want to change the world and how it perhaps needs changing. For some people, they understood both sides and were in between the threads of good and evil.

Vivienne Vespertine, a well-known woman of evil; a princess who has been and will always be known as malevolent. Running Astrin’s life. Tormenting her, Stepping on her, Spreading rumors. A lady who would die with no husband, no family, no one with her. But instead killed by the one she despises most. And yet, I am her. I’ve led this life various times to only end up never succeeding. I come back to life at the age of 17, on the day of Lady Astrid's 16 birthday party. The day she took Vieiasal Vikcyul; my kingdom by surprise. Furthermore, the day everything would change.

The day was June twenty-fourth, I remembered that I was on the verge of death. As I have just fought the duke's ladies personal knight. Titled as the strongest gentleman who was previously on my side. Plus quite handsome I might add; he had skin so beautiful it was like delicious milk chocolate, eyes like COLOR, and a body of a god. So gorgeous and slim, even better looking with his outfit. The clothing was a black tight, turtle neck shirt with a sweater of white and gold. It was so long it was to his BODY PART. With PANTS. He was so handsome that I even thought I was going blind. Lucky I wasn't… Then out of my horrendous luck, I instantly observed an eyeball on the ground. I presume really was going blind. I was screaming in pain so loud I thought the entire kingdom could hear it. Out of my one eye, I wanted to look around as I knew this was my doom. Then subsequently I saw him giving a grin. I thought to myself “DID THIS BIT JUST SMILE AT ME DYING”

However with such beauty comes despair and such despair caused a silver sword covered with my blood traveling around my neck. Making the need for a scream. With the title I have I mussent. Even on the verge of death I must make my family proud, make them feel something toads me. Make them want me as they once did when I was at the year of birth. Yet it was too late, I was already lying on the floor with blood flooding the ground near me. Getting in my COLOR long hair, staining my most beautiful COLOR corset dress.