The sound of dripping echoed around the damp cells, as I sat. Lips chapped, skin dry, eyes dull, hair matter and messed up, skin pale and body hunched over.
That's how I could be described as. Standing in front of my cell with a smile, which could only be described as pure unspeakable evil, was the one person who made my life into what it was... my sister.
"Prince Philip's and my wedding is tomorrow. What a happy day!" she chirped. All I could do was weakly glare at her.
Once she saw my glare, she smirked. "Keeping that attitude is what will get you killed sister. Oh well, you're going to die any way so what's the point of saying such."
The door to my cell opened and she walked in with grace, almost as though what she was about to do was dignified. Once in front of my weak body, she smirked. "Goodbye sister."
With that I felt a horrible pain from my throat and due to it I blacked out.
YOU ARE READING
A Crown Princess No Longer
FantasyI wasted my past life trying to get my 'family' to love me and yet it was all in vain so in this life SCREW THEM! I plan to live a wonderful and fulfilling life, but not before showing my family the retribution which they rightfully deserve.
