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-She's so beautiful I'm really jealous

- what? She entered the first kingdom at the age of eight, this talent is crazy

- She is the only one worthy of inheriting the throne of the kingdom. It's unfortunate that her father is just an ordinary knight.

Talent, strength, position, and beauty, are all things I was born with and praised for since I was little. Everyone envied my life and my talent and even wanted to be in my place and live my life under the pretext that I can achieve any goal I aspire to and that I can do anything I want, but unfortunately, they can't be more wrong...

"Raise your sword!" my trainer shouted in an angry voice as he pointed at the wooden sword that was on the ground

"B-ut teacher, my hand..." I mumbled in a faded voice as I looked at my trembling hand covered with wounds

"Didn't you hear ? Quickly raise your sword!" the trainer shouted angrily.

-The suffocating responsibility and high, almost impossible-to-achieve expectations that everyone puts on ...

"How arrogant, does she really thinks that she's important just because she was born with so talent ?"

"Yeah, she gets on my nerves every ti I see her."

-Jealousy, envy, and hatred that everyone carries towards for no convincing reason.

"Sorry, young Lady, your mother will not be able to attend your birthday party, she will be busy that day," said the servant with an indifferent expression.

" Sorry zina you can't join us," said my older sister With a cold expression

-Even my sisters who were the only people sharing and understanding my situation decided to isolate , scared of my talent.

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Loneliness, anger, depression, hopelessness, these are the feelings that drowned from the mont I opened my eyes, not only because of the brutal battle of succession that made my family mbers my greatest enemies, or because of the neglect and indifference with which my mother, who is supposed to be my support in life, treated . But also, because of the trust I lost in all those around who were just waiting for the right opportunity to destroy . But for so reason, these feelings did not stay for long...

At so unknown mont, I reached a point where I could not accept these feelings anymore, there I decided not to care about anything or anyone anymore there when all those bad feelings disappeared and in their place appeared emptiness and lack of interest and a cold expression that was always on my face, My life really beca empty and my heart beca emotional less in the full sense of the word, that when others started calling the cold princess.

This is how my boring, empty life continued until I was fourteen years old when that day ca. The day my mother told it was ti to get my first husband, a husband who would support in the war of succession to the throne. Although I didn't like this idea at first for several reasons, I had no choice because I knew that my mom wasn't giving an option..

"Zina! This is Mr. Prada. Say hello," said my mother, who was standing next to in a decent manner, as she pointed to the man with black hair and a kind smile who was standing in front of us.

Even though my mother's words were clear, I couldn't hear them clearly, as all my focus that ti was completely directed to the tall boy who was standing next to the man with the sa cold expression that was on my face.

I could see at that mont in his eyes a void similar to the one inside , but actually deeper and blacker than mine. This was the first ti in my life that I had t a broken person like , or maybe even more than , and for so reason I felt a strange comfort when I looked at his cold expression.

That was the day when I got to know the child who was famous for his harshness and coldness, and I beca his fiancée, but for many reasons, I was a little afraid of this relationship, so I decided to take the advice of the only person I could talk to in this lonely palace.

"Father! What do you think of this engagent?" I said in a calm voice while I was sitting with a middle-aged man with a handso face around a table in one of the gardens of the royal palace.

My father is one of the Queen's many husbands and he is the only human being with whom I have an emotional relationship in this world, although our relationship is not as good as that of a father and his daughter, at least I can talk to him honestly without doubting his intentions.

"I don't know a lot of details about this relationship, but I think you will need strong support to compete with your sisters, and the ancient Prada family, of course, will be able to provide this support," answered the handso man.

"Yeah I agree with you, but I…"Ii murmured in a syllable voice, unable to figure out how to phrase the rest of the sentence.

"What? Do you hate your fiancé or sothing like that?" the man asked in a curious voice as he looked at his daughter's complicated expression with surprised eyes

"I don't know yet, but I've heard he's an evil and hard-hearted person," I announced my concern in a calm voice

In fact, this young man is one of the most famous children on the continent at this mont, and he is famous for one thing, which is his cruelty and bad character, and I still find it difficult to accept that I felt that kind of comfort and familiarity with such an evil person.

"Evil! Huh! That's an insignificant detail," Dad suddenly said in a serious voice

"What do you an it insignificant?" I asked with a curious expression after hearing my father's words

"Zina, in this world it's much better to have an evil person on your side than having a good one," Dad said in a deep voice

[Note: concentrate on the phrase *in this world*]

"Huh! Why do you think so?" I asked with a complicated expression, unable to comprehend the content that my father wanted to deliver to

"You should know that no matter how much a hero loves you or appreciates you, he will always prefer to sacrifice you to save others," said my father in a confident voice.

"And what about the villain...?" I asked in an eager voice

"The villain will surely sacrifice the whole world before he allows any harm to co close to you." My father said in an intense voice as he looked into my eyes with a serious expression

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