This is bad. I really am Angelina Lamonia. The villainess, the heartless, merciless bully of the Royal Magical Academy. The main antagonist of the otome game, Freedom's Heart, and the one character destined to die no matter what route the heroine ends up walking down. I still hope this is some kind of bad dream but every day I wake up in my crib, it dawns on me just how real the whole thing is.
There must be something to do to avoid this fate. I have not played the game Freedom's Heart in years, but from what I can recall, I am already screwed. My father runs several Cotton Ball ranches with an iron fist caring only for profits. Oh, I should mention that Cotton Ball's, in this case, refers to a weak low-level monster in this world that drops cotton when defeated. Still, despite how weak they are because my father refused to give his workers, proper equipment injuries were an everyday occurrence. If the injury were server enough that the person could no longer work, my father would just fire the man.
My mother is just as bad with no sense of money. She keeps our family on the verge of bankruptcy just to satisfy her endless desire for more extravagant useless things. Part of me says there is no point in avoiding my fate when I look at the mountain I must climb and just accept my fate. But I cannot just lay down and die like this. There must be something I can do. If only my tiny body would not get tired so quickly, I am sure I could think of a way out of this mess.
I swear every person I heard say they wish they could go back in time to when they were a baby and start over are idiots. You cannot stay awake for more than ten minutes, control your bowels and need I mention the embarrassment of being breastfed. If I did not have the memories from my old life, I am sure this would be bearable, but as someone with the mind of an adult, I feel like I could die of embarrassment every single day.
"Angelina dear, it's time to greet our guests,"
In my opinion, my mother looked a lot better when I was firstborn, with her face free of makeup and wearing only a plain simple nightgown. Now though, I am not sure how anyone could consider her good looking. The white powder coating her face, along with the ruby red lipstick and blue eyeliner, makes her look more like a clown than a noblewoman. This is what I mean about my mother wasting money on useless stuff. Whenever a new fashion trend appears, she is quick to jump on it and waste no expense on making sure she is at the top of that trend. Her dress is just as bad. It is not ugly for sure, but the amount of gold and silver attached to the thing a family could feed themselves for years if they were to sell the over-the-top dress. At least she has spared me so far, but I fear that is about to change soon as she increasingly starts to bring up what clothes look best on me.
My mother picks me, upholding me close to her ample chest that threatens to tear open her dress. I am sure plenty of guys would call this heaven, but they do not have to be overwhelmed by my mother's perfume. I swear the person how produced this scent should be imprisoned for making a bioweapon, as the overpowering smell makes me sick. At least the walk is short, so I do not have to suffer for long.
"She really is a little angel just like you said, lady Lamonia,"
I have only been alive in this world for six months, but thanks to having the mental stats of an adult, I can already recognise the groups of friends my parents keep. To make things easier, I narrowed them down into two factions. The group uses my family for power, and the group enables their extravagant behaviour. My mother always invites the group of women over belong to the enabling faction. They constantly insist on only the best and look down on those who cannot have those things.
"She is sure to be engaged soon,"
"I know there will be a line out the front door of suitors wanting her hand,"
The women look just as ridiculous as my mother and wear the same sicking perfume threatening to suffocate me as they lean in closer. It really is strange how so many women would ruin their beauty just over the latest trend. I was never that interested in fashion during my old life. Still, even I have enough fashion sense to tell these women that this look does not suit them. At least they are backing off and taking that horrible scent of perfume with them.
"We should take her clothes shopping soon. There is a delightful little store in the centre of town that sells baby outfits and accessories for only a couple of gold coins,"
I may be young, but even I know that is too much to spend on clothing for kids. Some people in this world will have to work for an entire year to earn a single gold coin. These women really spend money like there is no tomorrow.
"That is a fine idea," My mother smiles and nods. "How about instead of having tea at my place next week we go shopping and book a table at that café lady Hillington is always complementing?"
"That is a fine idea, lady Lamonia," A chubby woman returns my mother's smile. "I saw an outfit that would look lovely on your daughter there."
If they think they can put me in a ridiculous outfit, they will not know what hit them. I may not be able to fight back or escape from these women, but if I see them about to put me in some silly costume, I will throw a temper tantrum for the ages. I can grantee you now my mother or her friends will not be able to show her face in that store ever again when I am done.
"It will be the perfect time to get her an outfit for the princes first birthday party," My mother comments, giving me all the more reason to throw a tantrum. "She is beautiful enough for the royal family to want her to marry into their family."
My mother is right about one thing. If I go to that party, the king will indeed want to me marry into his family, engaging me to the first prince and paying my family a small fortune. I absolutely must make sure that does not happen. Angelina was head over heels in love with the prince in the game, but the prince hated her. He used her to get what he wanted and was the second antagonist in every route apart from his own after becoming obsessed with the heroine. The only reason Angelina harassed the heroine in those routers was that the prince told her to. The prince is an arrogant, controlling person who abandons Angelina at the end of the game, letting her die for crimes he ordered her to commit. He is absolutely someone I will not marry.
"The prince is almost the same age as her. Do you think they would get married?" Just you try it, ladies. I refuse to have anything to do with the evil first prince. "If they did, they would make a beautiful couple. I hear the young prince is a handsome child."
"If they did, nothing could make me happier," My mother tells her friend as she lightly strokes my head. "My little angel deserves only the finest things in life."
So soon after coming to this world, I meet my first opponent. If the first prince tries to turn me into his obedient little minion, he will be in for a fight. The first obstacle to avoiding my doom has come in the form of the first prince, and I know what I must do. I need to make sure the royal family would never consider me to be the bride of their son.
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Author Notes:
So, our dear little Angelina has found herself on the path to marriage with a wicked man but will her efforts to avoid the engagement save her or make the prince want her more? But more importantly, Angelina has another mission. TO STOP HER MOTHER FROM MAKING HER LOOK LIKE A CLOWN!
What do you think will happen? What would you do to save yourself when you are only a six-month-old baby?
As always, thank you for reading, and I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Feel free to leave a comment if you have any suggestions for the story.