Princess Olivia is the first daughter to the King of Napoleon kingdom. Rumors often spread that she was a wicked fellow who treated her maids lowly when in actual fact, she did none.
She was just a lonely girl always doing things herself. She sensed people always withdrew themselves because of the superiority they sensed from her.
Olivia was also wondering why no one would look her direction at a young age. She thought she was a very ugly person but in reality, the Princess was really beautiful.
Her dark hair tumbled down her shoulders and stopped aboveher waist in curls. It exuded femininity.
Olivia had bewitching gray eyes enough to make a man beg for a smile. Her small sharp nose was raised to the air, adding as a spice to her beauty. Like a cherry on a ice-cream.
Her peach, heart-shaped lips made her look alluring and sweet. But because of rumors spread about her, she lived a lonely life since she was little.
Her father, the king was the only one who found time to spend with her. Olivia wouldn't say she they were close. But she respected that he was considerate enough to spend some time with her, and did something reasonable with them.
Her mother died three days after birthing her, which only added to the rumors. The King was not over her death, despite its been years.
The more he thought about her, the more his health depreciated. Olivia was the spitting image of her mother, and it made her curry his favor. She was his favorite no doubt.
The Princess doubted his love because King Oberon went too far in protecting her. To the extent of keeping her grounded in the castle. She wished her mother was alive to see it.
Sigh...
Olivia never knew how the relationship with a mother was. Infact, she envied her step-brother, the son of the Consort. The boy never spoke to her before, and he always walked past her like she didn't exist.
Funny how Olivia admired him from afar. She didn't deny that she wanted to spend time with him. She went the extra mile in pleasing him and the Consort, but nothing came with it.
Olivia grew up with the mindset that she was meant to live her life in utter loneliness.
Today's incident validated that to her.
She chuckled as she took down the hair accessories from her hair. A painful smile was etched on her face as she atared her reflection. The image of a beautiful woman who wore sadness in her eyes.
When she chuckled, pain could be heard in her voice. Her hair cascaded down her face while tears threatened to fall. Olivia shook her head and stiffled a sob about to escape her lips.
There was nothing to cry about. She was just an unlucky person who happened to exist on this earth, with barely anyone to look her direction.
The Princess fell into a mushy mess in front of her dressing table. Her tears that threatened to fall, she held back. She exhaled and slammed her eyes shut again before rising from the floor.
It took her a lot of strength to pick herself from the mess she was in. When she stared at her reflection, her brow quirked and those gray eyes became determined.
"No need acting sad about this. I will get through it. Be strong, Olivia." She encouraged herself, while patting her shoulder.
Olivia thought of how her life would be like during marriage. Since her husband was into Madeline, it was obvious she would be spending time in their matrimonial chambers alone.
It was better. She remarked in her thoughts. That way she wouldn't grow attached to him. She would get to preserve her body, and get used to the fact that her husband never liked her.
She was looking forward to the wedding day but at the same time, she thought of running away from Napoleon. It would be a great toil on her father's health, so she reconsidered her thoughts.
"We've gone halfway through the preparation. There's nothing to do about it." She had to agree to her fate and sighed.
The look on Madeline's face when she stepped into the room, kept flashing in her head. As she thought about the fulfiled smirk the woman wore, she felt like ripping her face into pieces.
She gritted her teeth so hard, but the knock on the door brought her back to reality.
Olivia whipped around and rushed to open it. Herr petite frame was seen heading to the large door some meters away. She thought it was the meal she ordered when returning.
She was hungry and it only added to the anger she felt. But to her surprise, it was another person. Shock was evident in her eyes, as her mouth slacked open.
Olivia quickly gathered all her resolve before she thought of slamming the door on his face. But she held the sudden impulse to do that.
"What do you want?" She batted her lashes, her voice sounding detached of all emotions.
He cocked his head as he stared at her. He looked puzzled because he sensed her anger. But the look was quick to dissipate.
"Are you alright?" His expression softened, but his dark eyes were unreadable.
Olivia raised a brow wondering why he was asking of her well-being. Well, he was trying to act like he cared, she was going to play along.
A cold smile appeared on her face. "Well enough for you to stop caring." She wanted to push the door to a close but his hand got fastened to the doorknob.
The look in his eyes turned cold as he watched her stubborn gray eyes glare at him.
What was with the sudden fierceness? Was she in a terrible mood? Did something happen?
"What on earth is wrong with you, Olivia?" She heard a strain in his voice. But she was inwardly enjoying it all.
Reginald didn't like where this was heading to. He never liked her, but seeing this side of her stunned him to the brim. And the look in her eyes...
He felt like a chord to his heart was struck and he wondered if he was alright. Why was her glares giving him such feelings?