This is a fantasy story where the main female character, Alicia, tries to reject the crown prince's proposal for marriage.
Alicia was once crazy in love with the cold-hearted, playboy, and ruthless prince. After she became one of the most promising...
Savannah tenderly combed through my dark purple locks after luxuriating in a bath and slipping into fresh clothes. Few could discern the true hue of my hair, often mistaking it for black. Earlier, I had asked Savannah about the date, a seemingly mundane inquiry that triggered a cascade of revelations when she told me the date. Then it hit me – three months from now, I would meet the crown prince, and it would be the moment I'd fall in love with him at first sight.
A year hence, I'd ascend to the esteemed position of the official crown princess, a testament to my dedication and hard work, especially in supporting the crown prince. It seemed almost comical in its predictability.
But then, two years into my tenure as crown princess, those who'd schemed against me found success. Yet, amidst my accomplishments, a sense of frustration lingered. I hadn't uncovered the mastermind behind the plots nor the true reason for the crown prince's inexplicable disdain toward me.
I knew he harbored affections for another – Lady Hannah Raize, my childhood friend and the daughter of Viscount St. David. Despite her rejection of his advances and gifts, his feelings persisted. My hypothesis? Perhaps he resented me for overshadowing him with my abilities, solving the kingdom's most challenging problems and outshining his achievements.
Then there was Lady Jean Perez, daughter of the Duke of Cambridge, my fiercest rival in the race for the crown princess title. Her relentless efforts to thwart me fueled suspicions of her involvement in the schemes against me.
"My lady, your hair is done," Savannah's voice brought me back to the present.
I nodded in acknowledgement, thanking her before folding my hands, lost in thought once more. I no longer harbored the desire to claim the crown princess title, but the desire to uncover the truth burned within me.
Avoiding the crown prince seemed prudent, as did rejecting the title altogether. I'd already made a name for myself, and the potential dangers of the position loomed large. But how could I prove myself unsuitable? Maybe I could opt for a different path – perhaps a marchioness title was in order.
Regardless, I was determined to pursue my plan. The only way to confirm if I'd truly returned in time was to confront the events of the day. And today held a significant encounter – meeting the second prince and the earl of the kingdom, Prince Cyril Tudor and Ciel Devereux, the earl of Essex.
A smirk played on my lips as I surveyed my reflection in the mirror, hands forming a triangle in front of me.
"Savannah, please prepare the carriage. It's time we paid a visit to the kingdom's library," I declared, my resolve firm as I remained seated.
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