(POV: Vynesaa El'Leather)
Why?
Why am I feeling this way?
Why do I feel guilty after killing him?
Isn't this what I wanted? To win?
Then why?
Why did I strike him from behind?
Where did my pride go?
As a princess, as a warrior, I should have faced him head-on. So why?
Was it fear?
Was I afraid that I would lose if I didn't kill him then?
From when…?
From when did I start prioritizing victory over my pride?
And from when—when did I start wanting to make Ed mine?
And why?
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[Years Ago…]
The wind howled through the open courtyards of the royal palace.
Two small figures standing in the middle of a grand dueling ring.
Zareth and I.
I was eight. He was ten.
And yet—
SMACK!
His wooden sword flew from his hands, skidding across the marble floor.
His knees buckled as he collapsed, gasping for breath.
"…I win again," I said, my voice steady, hiding my excitent.
Zareth panted, his pink hair sticking to his forehead.
"You—" He took a deep breath, then grinned. "You're really strong, Vynesaa."
I bead at his words. "Of course! I'm going to be the strongest princess in history!"
He ruffled my hair, laughing. "I believe you."
That was my brother. A loving, doting brother who was always there.
But things began to change.
At first, it was subtle.
The way his smile faded faster after our matches. The way he stopped ruffling my hair after I won.
The way he started hesitating before picking up his sword again.
Then it beca obvious.
Match after match, I won.
Over and over again.
And slowly, Zareth began avoiding .
At first, I thought it was because he was busy. Training, studying, preparing for his role as the crown prince.
But then—
It was an ordinary evening when the news ca.
"The prince has been kidnapped."
The words hit like a storm.
I dropped the book in my hands, my breath catching.
My heart pounded as I raced through the halls, ignoring the concerned whispers of the servants.
The palace was in chaos.
My mother, Queen Aeloria, stood in the center of the war room, her expression as unreadable as ever.
The generals and advisors spoke in hushed tones.
My father, the king, clenched his fists. "Find him. I don't care what it takes."
I stood at the entrance, frozen. My hands trembled.
Zareth… kidnapped?
How? He was a prince.
It didn't make sense.
But then—
A soldier entered, his armor clanking. "Your Majesty, we searched the prince's chambers and… we found this."
He held out a folded parchnt.
A letter.
My mother took it, her eyes scanning the words.
For the first ti in my life, I saw a flicker of sothing in her expression.
Pain.
She handed the letter to my father. His face darkened.
My heartbeat roared in my ears.
Then the letter was placed before .
With trembling hands, I picked it up.
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To my family,
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry I was weak.
I'm sorry I couldn't be the brother, the son, the prince you wanted to be.
I tried. I really did. But no matter how much I trained, no matter how much I pushed myself—
I was never enough.
I was never strong enough.
I was never fast enough.
And I know why.
Because I wasn't born to be the strongest.
Because no matter how hard I tried—
I could never beat Vynesaa.
I don't want to be a failure anymore.
So I'm leaving.
Please don't look for .
I want to live for myself.
—Zareth
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The parchnt slipped from my fingers.
I couldn't breathe.
The words blurred as tears welled up in my eyes.
It was because of .
I was the reason he left.
I was the reason he thought he was weak.
I was the reason he ran away.
I wanted to scream. To run after him.
To tell him that it wasn't true.
That he was strong. That he was my brother. That he wasn't supposed to leave .
But I couldn't.
Instead, I curled up in my room, sobbing. I refused to eat. I refused to see anyone.
Days passed in a blur of misery.
And then—
One evening, as I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, a thought crept into my mind.
Was it really my fault?
Zareth left because he lost to .
Because he couldn't accept that I was stronger.
But if that was true—
Then the problem wasn't .
The problem was him.
He was weak.
That's why he ran.
That's why he left .
And as the realization settled, sothing inside shifted.
That night, I made a vow.
No one would ever beat .
Never again.
Not my brother. Not my peers. Not anyone.
If my strength made Zareth run, then I would beco so strong that no one would ever dare to leave again.
And so, I trained.
Harder than ever before. I pushed myself beyond my limits.
I refused to lose.
I would beco the strongest.
That way, my brother wouldn't feel weak.
That way, he would co back to .
That way—he would never leave again.
Few Months passed.
And then, one day, a ssenger arrived.
"The prince has been found."
I shot up from my chair, my heart racing. My hands clenched into fists.
"He's alive?" I whispered.
The ssenger nodded. "Yes. He was saved by a human."
Silence.
The words barely registered in my mind.
A human?
My brother—the elven prince—was saved by a human?
I didn't understand. It didn't make sense.
Humans were beneath us. They were weak, greedy, and cruel. They weren't supposed to save us.
And yet—
A human had brought my brother back ho.
.
And my mother—the queen—allowed him to stay.
"From now on, he will train alongside us," she said. "He has earned that right."
I clenched my jaw.
I hated it.
I hated him.
Even if he saved my brother, I didn't want him here.
I didn't care about his reasons.
I didn't care about his kindness.
I didn't care about him at all.
Because in my eyes—
He was just another weakling.
And I would prove it.
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Over and over again.
Until he finally broke.
Until he finally understood.
That no one—no one—could beat .
I would make him leave.
I hates humans.....
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