"Who Made Me A Princess?" was a story which was for the Lovely Princess Athanasia. I loved as how she had gone through everything to survive, and after everything she had gotten a happy ending. I was very satisfied with reading that.
But, what kind...
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"It's been a while, Claude." Anastacius said as Dad sat down in the chair of the opposite end with me standing right behind him.
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"I'm surprised you managed to survive. I heard it's thanks to Athernitas." Dad said coolly.
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"Call him, Carax." Anastacius said making me grit my teeth as he used Athernitas' nickname, which I had given him. That bastard was still using the name I gave him yet he had those disgusting thoughts about me.
"And which one are you right now?"
"Who knows?"
I pulled a chair and sat beside Dad making Anastacius look at me.
"I thought if I got rid of your shield then I would easily get the throne."
"You seemed to have underestimated me and my daughter, or rather, did that spirit fill your head with too much air?" Dad said and Anastacius looked back at Dad.
"Did you not find it hard? Scurrying around like a rodent, trying to evade my gaze." Dad asked.
"Not at all, even when I paraded about the capital city in broad daylight, you seemed quite oblivious to it all." Anastacius said with a challenging tone.
I stared at him with a blank face, Anastacius had given up on everything. He knew Athernitas was weak against me, Dad and Lucas being together, so all he could do was just accept his death.
