An abomination. A taunt that had embedded itself into her very soul. Amelia hated her paper skin, her abyss eyes. People feared her for her unnatural features and avoided her like the plague. She was resented because she did not resemble either of her parents. She was an outcast because she spoke her mind and participated in sword fights. She was laughed at because no man would gaze upon her and admire her beauty. Amelia lived a life full of thorns, whispered venom, and disgusted glares. Until the night when her life completely changed. She was sold, exchanged for a few pieces of gold. Her family, her flesh and blood, gave into the whims of the King who demanded her for reasons he refused to disclose. Just like that, Amelia became a property of the Crown. She could not understand King Stefan, the Blood Hound, a man who seemed to have two different personalities depending on the location of the sun. She could not believe that she had any significance. She had become a prisoner, and all Amelia desired, all she hoped for, was to be free and happy and accepted. An abomination. Amelia hated her skin, and she so desperately needed someone to love her for it.
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