Duke Ferdinand Mansion
Celine woke up to the cold splash of water dumped on her and she looked at the Duke a man who aged of 45 who had the silver hair like her but amber eyes with a beard showing his wisdom and old years. Behind him was a girl with green hair and amber eyes with wavy hair, she adorned herself as if she looks more like the true daughter of the Duke. The girl walked out from behind with a "innocent" smile, the illegitimate daughter "Camila".
"Get up, you trash daughter. Your younger sister wants her hair done. You both have been summoned to the bridal chosing."
said the Duke coldly. "I prepared a dress for each of you."
The Duke walked away leaving Celine alone with Camila. Camila demeanor changed as she approached Celine, as her hand grabs Celine's throat.
'Oh No...not again.' thought Celine as she put her hands on Camila's arms to soften the grip.
"Father said you will have a plain dress, no makeup, no outlandish hairstyles and you must say, you're my lady in waiting." said Camila as her smirk wideneds as she release her hand. Celine coughed and sat up in bed more to catch her breath. "Now, get me ready and don't you dare make me look like a clown." Camila walked away not even feeling remorse, a snort of superiority came out her throat.
Celine sat in bed, she reflects every morning on why her father cherish an illegitimate daughter of unknown background over his biological blood daughter. Camila is but a daughter of a prostitute that seduced her father. It was rumored she was pregnant with another man's child but Camila looked more like the prostitute the eyes could say otherwise but still. Her father the, Duke, was a playboy who had many woman in his collection. There is no doubt he dotes on Camila but the looks he gives Camila sometimes are not those of a father. Camila gets everything as Celine gets nothing. Duke Ferdinand loved a woman named Selena who was of house Celeste, Celine's mother. Selena died in an accident that involed Celine whow as only 3 at the time and the Duke grew infuriated at Celine for her survival. Celine was the blame for her mother's death for years.
Celine was a soft and pure girl while her sister is a vixen and her father have caught Camila seducing multipe men all the time but never said anything but Celine herself only talked to a village boy once. Hell has broken loose. Beautiful dresses were burnt to ashes and replaced with low quality ones. Jewelry given to her younger sister. Celine doubts that she is her father's daughter but she has his hair color and facial features of both her parents. It's as if she was not meant to be happy in this life.
Celine sighs as she dressed in her plain clothing as the maids pity her and the maids of Camila snicker as they walk passed her room door.
"Motherless Bastard."
"Murderer"
Camila looked in the vanity mirror and parted her bangs as she grabbed for a brush in a drawer and hairpins. She looked up quickly but did a double take as she looked at the marking on her forehead.
"What is this?" She questioned. "Whatever it is, I can't let father or Camila see it." Celine cover her forehead again and brushed her hair in neat bangs and tie her hair in a bun. As she walked into Camila's room she was greeted with the sound of a whip as a servant was being whipped for spilling soup on Camila's floor and dress.
"Can't. Crack. you. Crack. do. Crack. anything... right?!" said Camila in between whippings. The smell of blood made Celine gag a little, Celine hated the sight and smell of blood with all her heart. The servant looks were pitiful as the male servants came to drag her out. Camila poured a bowl of sedatives in the poor maid's mouth and whispered to the male servants who grew smirks.
Camila looked at Celine and beckoned her in.
"You're not to tell father of this and if you say a peep, I'll chop your hair off in your sleep and hang you off the balcony for the whole town to see." said Camila as she clenched her teeth as a sinister smile grew on her face.
"I agree, dear sister, I will not tell a soul, let me do your hair and get you dressed." said Celine as she had a look of calmness but deep down her disdained soul felt bad for that poor servant girl.
Later that night
"Both my daughters are beautiful, Camila don't disappoint me even if you can't achieve being queen just be his consort. Celine you must be by your sister side as a lady in waiting or her servant at least." said the Duke as he smiled slightly at Camila.
"Yes, father." said Celine as her posture changed gracefully as if she was maid.
'I'll figure out your motives for wanting to make, Camila Queen, more then me.' Celine thought as she walked with Camila to the carriage.
Celine look of disdained is more obvious in the carriage as she got a lecture from Camila about embarrassing her.
At the castle.
As the two arrived everyone shocked at Camila being extravagant and Celine being plain.
"How dare that bastard come looking extravagantly as if she was the true daughter of the duke."
"Poor Celine her father doesn't treat her right, she looks like she hasn't eaten lately."
The king watched from his terrace holding a scepter made of gold, a swirl of fire in a glass orb. crown as a decoration on top of the sceptor. resembling the former Empress expression of flare and lively attitude.
The orb slowly showed a galaxy and stars. The king looked down and his eyes laid upon Celine as she entered the palace. The mark on her forehead glowed and she took noticed and ran in as Camila yelled in the background at her causing people to look at Camila with disdain.
King Derrick smirked at the young girl who ran inside the palace. "So, my bride is a tranquil, powerful and pure soul."
"Fantasia, who's daughter is that? what family?"
Fantasia pouted and simply said in a dignified voice as she put on a graceful act, knowing she'll be damned if a country bumpkins takes her dream of being queen away.
"Her name is Celine Umbriel Ferdinand the oldest and biological daughter of the family." as Fantasia fold her arms in defense. "I heard she is a outcast and her younger sister is treated better then her."
"Bring her to me." Derrick voice becomes more upbeat yet cold.
"But your highness she-" Fantasia was just cut off by a few words.
"Did I stutter, Fantasia, I'll reward you well, after this simple task."
Fantasia muttered under her breath. "Yes, Your, highness." Fantasia walked away with no doubt of hidden annoyance on her breath.
Fantasia stopped and used her priestess tool, a sword of pure energy that coats with a holy glow as soon as it points in Celine's location and a gush of wind sends the sword flying.
Meanwhile Celine huffed in the back of the throne room, she does not know where she is but she needs to simply find a bathroom. The glow intensifies, hair floating, a glow surrounds her body and foots steps can be heard to reveal, Camila.
"There you are-!" said Camila but her eyes widened at the marking on Celine's forehead. She knew she had lost her chance of being queen and her denial turned into anger.
Celine groans as the peony mark of the queen is shown more prominently by the glow. "How?! How did you get the queen's mark?! You embarrassed me even more! You are trash! I'll tell father to make me queen and you'll get nothing" screamed Camila as she try to tackle Celine but a sword interrupts her. Begrudgingly Fantasia walks in interrupting them.
"Fantasia Abelle?! This is a family matter!! How dare you interrupt me!!" screamed Camila. Fantasia grows annoyed at the fact that Camila is screaming and being arrogant as if Camila was the Queen herself. Fantasia clears her throat and calmly speaks.
"Celine Umbriel Ferdinand! The king wants an audience with you in the main hall. please follow me and gaurds make sure you can shut this bitch up and drag her to the main hall." as she refers to Camila who looks disgusted as the gaurds grabbed her. "Come let's get you ready, for this annoucement he claims to have for you."
Main hall
In the main hall the Duke approached the king casually. "Oh, King Derrick, I have two lovely daughters but I think Camila will be best suited as queen" said the Duke Ferdinand in a sinister tone.
"Ah, but your the oldest daughter Celine is a beauty, she is your biological daughter. It's a shame that you let your biological daughter down and you accept the daughter of a whore in your home and maybe I'll make Celine the queen instead." said Derrick as he walked away but stopped by the Duke's change of tone of anger.
"My king what do you mean?!" The Duke exclaimed.
'I'll give that bastard 30 whippings for stealing Camila's chances of becoming Queen.'
The Duke disdain's becomes apparent as Fantasia escorts Celine in a dress made as if it was for a Queen, a dress made for a goddess, tailored with trims of gold and silks.
Then there is Camila with a balled up handkerchief being dragged out. The King smirked and walked up to Camila out of spite. sike. He walked over to Celine.
"Everyone may I have your attention!"
Everyone turned around and looked excited for the announcement from their king.
"To this day, Celine Umbriel Ferdinand is the queen of Iustita. All hail her highness." The king gives Celine the rod as she blushes and the marking on her forehead glows even more.
"How did this happen overnight?" thought Celine as her sister is still a laughing stock, her father infuriated but he can't do nothing to the young queen and Fantasia is rage is boiling.