The room went silent as the reigning Queen took a sharp breath, her lower lips trembled as her eyes flickered with sadness and desperation.
You are nothing like your cousin.
You will never be Queen.
You will never be enough – those were the words she used to hear from her own parents are their hate for the main royal family grew.
Envious of the wealth and power that her own family craved for.
But the worst words did not come from her family.
You will never be Geneva, those were the words the person she loved the most told her.
Those words became her tipping point – it was the spark that set her world ablaze, the key that set the beast free.
A single tear fell from her eye as she remember her life – bitter-filled life as she envied her cousin.
