"It seems sister, despite your best efforts, fate had other plans," the voice echoed through the dark halls of the once pristine and lively banquet. Carpets and curtains torn, lights shattered, glass shards laid glistening on the once clean floor now stained with blood. A cruel laugh bounced off the walls as the voice continued, condescendingly, dripping with mock concern, "No one liked you anyways. You are nothing but a cursed child, a stain in the royal bloodline, such a pathetic sight." I glanced around, senses on high alert, as panic settled in, I could hear my heart pounding in my ears, my breath shallow, cutting the thin silence that stretched... Is this truly the end?...
It was true, it was not like my brother was wrong. My "brother", Nox Losett, the third child of the late emperor, barbaric, though in a better political standing than I am, ironic. Then there was, the black sheep and absolute disappointment of the imperial family: me, Novalite Losset...