From a tender age, Candice was thrown into the colosseum that was the competition within the royal family. It was like a merciless battle, with every sibling vying for the favor and attention of their royal father.
The stakes were higher than a gambler's bet in a smoky backroom, and the odds were never in her favor considering that she was a girl. Each move she made was scrutinized, every word measured, as if she was a player on a chessboard, strategically calculating her moves to stay ahead.
The palace became the stage, and she, a performer under the watchful eyes of critics as she strived to deliver a flawless act. The pressure was a vice grip around her heart, squeezing tighter with each passing day.
It was as if she was on trial for an unending crime, judged not by a jury, but by her own blood. She had to show her worth amidst the fading whispers of her siblings who got discarded for being failures.
