The scarred princess's second chance - Chapter 0
“I may as well die.”
“I don’t even deserve to live. … I’m just a damaged good.”
I had always thought so.
“You’d be better off dead! You useless wretch!”
“I’m so sorry. It must be a terrible sight to behold…”
I said as I crouched down on the floor.
The person standing before me was a lovely woman with pink-gold hair and pink eyes.
Her name was Miranda. She was the woman destined to be my husband Prince Harolds true love.
However, due to her low status as a baron’s daughter, she could become nothing more than a concubine.
Thus, she would take out her frustrations on me, Harold’s legal wife.
She was loved by all who knew her.
I, on the other hand, was despised and looked down on even by the palace staff. They called me the “Scarred Princess.”
Though merely a concubine, Miranda had been granted the rank of princess. I was summoned there every day to be berated in the guise of greeting.
My own chambers were not here, but in a secluded corner of the palace reserved for the servants. In my stead, she attended every official function.
Perhaps I was only kept alive because the royal family needed to receive financial aid from my ducal house.
Every day I was summoned and cursed at by her, and sometimes even subjected to violence.
For her, no, for Miranda, I, the legal wife of Prince Harold, was an eyesore.
“Ugh, you’re so gloomy. And your scars are as bad as ever. I would have killed myself long ago if I was as ugly as you. Why do you keep living such an unsightly life? Why don’t you die? That’s right, since I carry out all the official duties, it doesn’t matter if you’re here or not.”
Muttering under her breath, Miranda pushed me toward the balcony, pressing me to the edge.
I leaned back as far as I could, my body bent precariously over the palace balcony. Then, with a sudden push, I was sent plummeting from the balcony of the royal palace.
I fell slowly through the air.
I didn’t scream.
I was afraid to die, but I had been unable to end my own life, so this was for the best.
The dress I had prepared for my wedding was out of fashion. The hem billowed about pathetically in the air. It reminded me of myself.
The last thing I saw was Miranda smiling smugly at me from the balcony.
“Oh my god! Someone, the Scarred Princess!”
I lost consciousness as Miranda’s joyful voice reached my ears and the intense pain wracked my body. …And just like Miranda had wanted, I died.