ℌ𝔢𝔯 𝔫𝔞𝔪𝔢 𝔦𝔰 𝔐𝔦𝔯𝔯𝔢𝔫 𝔇𝔢 ℭ𝔩𝔢𝔪𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔢, a decorous name for someone as refined as herself, she moves as graceful and elegantly as the leaves that waltz in autumn, she's known as the princess of high society and is adored by all. Her silk hair and her long eyelashes that flutter like wisps, her button nose and her small slanted eyes that seemed to droop enough to hint at her innocence. She was the lily of the valley, so beautiful that even the birds would stop and gather at her beck and call.

Who would dare question her morality when she was the kindest of them all? Her beauty was unparalleled and her kindness was immeasureable. Everyone worshipped her like they do fairies, almost everyone.

In the Apeiron Empire, only few people dare to criticize its flower when it doesn't bloom in the light. Mirren Clemente is the daughter of a poor marquis, which wasn't entirely his fault. Mirren's grandfather had spent every single karat on gambling and alcohol, sometimes even helping single women with children by giving them money at the pub without a single thought on his family. Stories tell that he'd always arrive home and expect his wife to have the house clean and everything ready, but as to when he'd arrive? No one ever knew.

Her family consisted of Mirren Clemente, Marquis Clemente, Marquess Clemente, Anais Clemente, and last but not least David Clemente. Mirren has a sister and a brother, whom of which are 3 years younger and the other is 11 years younger. Her brother being the youngest.

Well, what's there to tell? Mirren had led a peaceful and meaningful life, there was nothing more to see, no one interesting to share secrets with or tell tales. There was only her. 

There was only her and a glass shard pointed at her wrist, ready to slice open her flesh that seemed to vibrate in anxiety. Her window was wide open and she leaned on, the world sucked her in with its beauty. It was fresh and unparalleled, when she gazed at it with her brown orbs, she was so fixated on it, it seemed like she was looking at an art piece. With its wonderous hues of blue and grey and the clouds that moved at a slow pace, the sun that shone and seemed to never fade and the birds that flew that sang to this day.

It was perfect.

It was so perfect that she smiled sardonically

"Why do you look like that today?" She grumbled, there was irritation in her voice and she pouted her lips like a fish in the sea, her eyebrows creased in stubborness as they gazed once again at the dawn sky.

"Must you really mock me so? If you really exist, then why must you be such a grand artist?" She sighed lifting the glass shard again, she held it to her wrist again and her heart began to beat against her chest harshly. It was clear she wanted to end this, this nightmare that seemed to drag on and on. There was no end to it. But she was rather perfect, wasn't she?

Lady Mirren never seemed to show any discomfort or disgust towards anything. 

"My work of art almost seems small and insignificant in comparison to yours," She chuckled in irony, until a knock came to the door of her chambers and she froze. 

"Who dares come knock on my door?" She asked with a rather kind yet irritated voice, very few knew and could tell the difference. Until the doors opened and the lady ran to her bed and hid the glass shard under the mattress in a hurry. 

"My lady, it's me, Ellen, I've come under orders of the marquess. She wishes for your presence at the dining hall before sundown," She told her, Mirren simply stared and nodded, waving her hand at the maid for her to go.

"My lady, I've also brought you something," the maid turned to the doors and looked both sides before deciding to close them.

"I've brought you some cake with cheese just how you like it," she smiled as she opened the small basket she carried in those thin and small hands of hers. She handed her a small box and opened it on the table that was meant for tea and brooding.

"You aren't sane, Ellen." Mirren gasped, you could almost see the tears in her eyes, who knew the perfect and beloved Lady Clemente would cry at the sight of cake?

Mirren stood up from her bed, her cambridge blue dress almost reluctant to leave the bed sheets as it slid slowly off and swayed as she began to walk delicately towards her maid. "Ellen, you're outrageous! How did you come by this?" She excitedly began to open the box and eyed the cake filled with cream cheese and cookie on its edges. She gulped before deciding to take a bite of it, as soon as the cake came into contact with her mouth her face flushed slightly in excitement.

"Does it taste well, My lady?" The maid smiled warmly at the young woman before her, who would've guessed she's only 17? She seemed so mature and put together all the time.

"Yes, it is absolutely heavenly Ellen, avoid bringing it next time please." She spoke in all seriousness before wiping her mouth with a handkerchief, her lips seemed swollen and plump from what seemed to be chewing and biting on the surface layer of them. Ellen stared at her lady's lips in worry, Mirren took notice from the corner of her eye and smiled.

"Ellen, Help me put my heels on for dinner, They are over at the left side of the bed." Mirren pointed out as she walked to the mirror and checked every angle of her body to make sure everything was set. Her maid nodded and headed to the bed and searched underneath for the shoes.

"I have found them My lady,"

"Alright, slip them on my feet, will you?" Mirren told her as she turned in her seat in front of the mirror to face Ellen. Ellen had beautiful black hair and hazel eyes, which complimented her attire which was a green dress and an overall layered over it. She had nice freckles scattered across the middle of her face which made a couple men feel uncomfortable but nonetheless Ellen always said that it was for good, since materialistic men weren't her type.

"You look stunning today as well, My lady," The maid smiled at the lady she'd been serving for more than a decade, soon it would be two. 

"Why thank you Ellen, you are ever so kind in your compliments," Mirren chuckled softly placing her hand over her lips. She had etiquette and manners, she always knew what to say and what to do. Well that was what a noble lady should be, but Mirren always seemed to exceed that, she was instead known as a fairy in high society. 

Mirren gave Ellen a warm smile and began to pick out some other shoes and clothes. Mirren was known for being kind to all the servants and the ladies she encountered, she never once frowned at anyone nor did she ever have the need to raise her voice, she always commanded with her presence wherever she went, but instead of fear people felt respect towards her.

"Ellen, I want to wear these, help me put them on will you, Dear?" She asked rhetorically, Ellen nodded and began to walk her way, she slipped on the heels that Lady Mirren had picked out and tightened the corset around her lady's body until she let out a sigh.

"My lady, what is the matter? Have I pulled too hard? Goodness, I apologize My lady, I did not mean for you to hurt your bosom," Ellen let go fo the string frantically in panic, Mirren smiled and shook her head. "No of course not Ellen, I was just thinking what was of the business I set up not too long ago. I worry that the goods I sent may not be enough," Mirren pondered as she clasped her face in her hand to display her worry. In that fancy room of hers filled with pretty dolls and silver tiaras with the most rarest of gemmes. Lady Mirren seemed to have everything, everyone was jealous of her, she inherited good looks from her great great grandmother, she was gentle and kind, she was also one of the richest ladies in the Apeiron Empire. Although her family wasn't rich, she herself had been earning money in the background, her parents and siblings unaware of this

Mirren twirled with a bright smile and scurried over to Ellen as she danced with her happily, she seemed to be joyful. Her smile revealed her small dimples that simply illuminated her face. She had thick eyebrows and thin plump lips with eyes that always seemed to smile at everyone she walked past.

"My lady, Y-you should start leaving..! The Marquess is still waiting for you..!" The maid told her as Mirren smiled and gave her one last twirl and composed herself. "Alright, but just cause you asked me Ellen," Mirren winked as she stepped out of her chambers and closed the doors behind her, Ellen was left behind in the lady's room to clean up after Mirren.

"Lord, her room is quite dirty, haha, no one would know this except I." Ellen chuckled as she began to clean up and fix the bedsheets, her gaze landed on the open windows, smiling childishly at the thought of her Lady looking out the window with gentle and warm eyes.

"i shan't be imagining this!~" She blushed, her lady was her idol, she always cheered her on and always knew everything. She was absolutely perfect, so she began the Clemente ladies club, which to her surprise was quite popular.

"hehe..."

Mirren walked in a narrow passageway, the colors pale and reaching out for any type of life. Just like the human walking past it, if considered one of course, the windows seemed to screech whilst she passed, her heels clacking giving even the insects and rats the chills as they scurried. As the gentle and fragile lady sauntered across the soulless marble floor she halted suddenly, the rats froze in fear and the insects stopped singing. She turned slowly towards the corner where they just so happened to be and she seemed to be frowning.

But then a tight smile formed on her lips as she postured herself again and nodded at the servants beside the two large doors that loomed over them intimidatingly, the doors began to open and Mirren closed her eyes when the light seeped in and she flashed a smile at her beautiful and wonderous family.

This is only the start. Shall we wonder together what will be of the beautiful Lady Mirren Clemente?