An open ball. A ball for commoners and royals alike. Hosted. Here. At the castle, you so unfortunately resided in.

Let me explain, you are the Crowned Princess! The royal heir set to inherit the throne! Amazing, right? WRONG. The queen and king are absolutely horrible parents. It was like you were just a pawn to push into the throne and nothing else. Not their daughter. Nada.

Your mother was always cold and "slightly" abusive, while your father just never cared. But, in the eyes of a commoner, you're a royal, so your life is probably just all sunshines and rainbows.

That's what Kade thought. Standing in that ballroom, staring at the bright faces, and you, with a wine glass in your hand, silently cursing you out for living an "easy" life. He'd been rude to you the entire day. Regardless of your status.

That cursing out ended rather abruptly.

When, you ask?

When your own mother managed to slip something subtly in your drink.

Kade gaped. He was silently wondering in concern whether you noticed or not. You did, of course. This wasn't the first time your mother did something like this. That was her twisted mindset after all. You either get drunk enough and start being too social for your own good, or pass out and she can push you put the picture for her own selfish reasons.

It's a win-lose situation. You were always destined to lose.

So there's was nothing more you can do than continue sipping your spiked wine, much to Kade's horror. He hates you, sure, but not THAT much.

Just how much of what goes on in this castle that is pushed under the rug and concealed?