"Watch it! Don't wake her or she'll scream our ears off."
"Alright! Alright!" The maid rolled her eyes at the nervous maid.
'Not like it'll matter if she screams or not.'
The maid looked down at the red faced 4th miss.
What a pity..
The young 4th miss was originally loved by everyone. She was a shy and sweet girl who also was hardworking. Who wouldn't love such a innocent lamb? She was even lucky enough to enter the sights of the 2nd Prince of Lemouthia Kingdom.
He was entranced by her beauty and shyness when he spoke to her. He was determined to marry the girl when she made 16.
The Amaris Clan was, of course, overjoyed.
It's not everyday a clan member gets a marriage promise from a Prince.
So.. they would spoil the 4th young miss. Rotten.
Anything she wanted, she got. She even occasionally got gifts from other clans to gain favor from the future Princess of Lemouthia.
With due time, the 4th young miss got arrogant with the attention she got. She got drunk off the envious looks she would get.
"Sister, I'm so jealous! You're going to be Queen of Lemouthia."
"Move! That's the future Queen of Lemouthia!"
The word "Queen" was said so much in her ear, she eventually had a thought.
'Yes. I'm going to be the Queen of Lemouthia.'
The thought was engraved in her as she started acting even more willful. She didn't even think about the fact the one who promised her was the 2nd Prince, not the 1st.
And like that, 4 years passed.
Nothing changed except the fact, the clan came to hate the 4th young miss. The mere thought of her would make them sick.
Clansmen would even often say 'poor prince.'
The 4th young miss was even more beautiful than before and has degraded herself to bullying those she thought were pretty than herself.
'Are you trying to steal my Prince?'
She would ask then proceed to get her servants to disfigure their faces.
The Prince eventually got ahold of this knowledge and went to visit. Who would like it if their bride-to-be was running around telling people she would be Queen of Lemouthia when he wasn't even King?
The 4th young miss was having the 3rd young miss serve her and her friends when the Prince smacked the drinks down to the ground with a smashing sound.
The 4th young miss looked up in anger then felt her anger draining away. In replace was a feeling of reverence. She faintly remembered the boy she met at 10 years old.
"P-prince Wickham." The 4th young miss immediately bowed with all the grace she could muster with a shy smile on her face.
'This is my future husband!' She thought with a excited smile. Prince Wickham was a handsome man who had the aura of a true noble.
The 4th young miss was confident in her beauty because after all, that's what snagged her a Prince husband didn't it? So, she would slack off her cultivation to instead take care of her face with new products.
The Prince was disappointed at his former self. He was just a 14 year old boy after all, but the fact he couldn't see the shallowness the 4th young miss had was embarrassing.
The 4th young miss talent was mediocre to begin with so coupled with the fact she doesn't practice anymore, had resulted in her cultivation level less than girls her age who are approaching the end stage of Mortal Realm.
The Prince now had experience and had seen countless beauties whom he even played around with. So, the faked bashfulness and elegance was seen right through by him.
He glanced at the 3rd young miss who had her head lowered and was immediately infuriated by the bruises her found on her arms.
He glared hatefully at the 4th young miss.
***
That was 3 years ago.
No one could have foreseen that the Prince would whisk away the 3rd young miss to the palace to get her treated then fell in love with the girl.
The Prince found out the 3rd young miss was humble and good. A far cry from people he have met before who only wanted to be royalty.
Her beauty wasn't anything to scoff at either. Her hair was usually down covering her face or had bruises on it so no one could tell.
Hope Amaris, the 3rd young miss, eventually became the fiancé of Prince Wickham Lemouthia.
The 4th young miss went mad with rage. She would yell at anyone she met so she was locked up to stop her from ruining the wedding which was coming up.
No one knew Hope Amaris would fed the 4th young miss aphrodisiac then knocked her out, letting her two maids carry her to the red light district to a brothel that was known to house ruthless individuals.
What Hope was sorely lacking in, was alchemy. She did not know how much medicine to use so she dumped all the powder in the 4th young miss's food which was enough for a grown man, not to mention an underweight teenager.
The 4th young miss died.
However, her cultivation was skyrocketing and bones were breaking then remolding themselves. Her blood even started to harden to dust before it was refilled with golden blood.
The body takes a deep breath then eerie black eyes with a red tint over them revealed themselves in the dark of the night.