The second day of the Ceremony Ritual was quite stupid. It was a formal tea-party with the Prince. I also remember how much competition I gave last time to sit next to the Prince, only to realize he had a substitute for him. The substitute was no other than that cheating bastard's vixen friend.
And by far... he was the one was more disgusted with me. He was the man who had killed me that night. The strong guard who had came right behind me and stabbed my back right before my revenge.
Lord Duke Thornburg. That's the other bastard's name. Don't worry. I will take revenge on him after I avenge my father's death. I will drag everyone towards the pits of hell.
This is so stupid, I mutter inside my head as all the girls started gathering around.
"My, my! The Prince is coming~ I need to sit next to him!"
"Shut up Mari- there is no way you're sitting next to him. You don't deserve him the way Lady Bellrose does,"
Another girl chanted my name, and soon the rest of the girl groups fell silent; I could feel their stares and jealousy behind my back. I honestly did not care. I continued to sip my tea of into the side ignoring their pressures. My posture was perfectly straight. My eyes were closed like an elegant lady.
"...what a b*tch. Just because her father is powerful- I can't believe she gets to sit next to the Prince,"
"I bet the Prince hates girls who pesters... you better shut-up,"
"Yeah... you're just jealous-"
I could have swore that I would happily wanted to switch my seat with the other girls. But for now, it's revenge. First step: Make him feel awkward.
Second: Act mysterious
This way... he would want to be interested in what's going on. But I needed help. My father won't help at all. I needed someone who despised the Crown Prince as much as I did. But who??
"When is the Lord Prince going to come?"
Small talks like this continued as girls talked around in the garden. I licked my lips. So... how exactly do I take revenge?
That Cheating Vixen killed my father as if he was some traitor. I needed to make him pay the price! I garnered my teeth.
All I know is how to dance and sing. Why don't I have any other talent other than those two??? Sigh... I should have been studying!
I rubbed my temples. This is getting annoying. Soon two claps were heard. And everyone's almost, everyone's (except mines) turned towards the person who clapped.
I knew this very well. So that bastard's best friend came, didn't he?
Well... time to make him pay for killing me that day!
***
Lord Duke Thornburg was a handsome young teen boy, around my age. His family lineage was third in the entire nation. (Ours was second). Just like that Bastard- Thornburg was disgusted with me as well.
Instead of cold-shouldering me like that Crown Prince, Lord Thornburg was a little needle who would prick you with his salty comments. He goes overboard with insulting people who he wants with his black-bellied smile.
I was an idiot to have to want to be acquaintances with this guy in my previous life! Just because he was my dream's best friend... that didn't mean that the snake would come and leave me.
He was the Night and shining armor of Cecil. He was the second male lead.
He was also the one who murdered me last night.
Hohoho... time for revenge. A smirk formed in my lips. Yes... I will drag them into hell again.
"Lord Duke Thornburg!" all of the girls stood up as they formed a line and curtsied.
I didn't even bother to stand up at all. I sat still, ignoring the others as they continued to stare at me.
Why even bother to respect the enemy?