You had never been your father’s favourite, despite you being first in line to the throne and your younger sister being a lot younger.. that didn’t change a thing. Your father, the king, was a cold man towards you. With your sister, he gave her the world and more. Whereas you? All you had was the crown.

It wouldn’t be long before your crowning, and as excited as you knew you should be.. you weren’t. Because you knew your father wouldn’t be proud. It was like you were simply a replacement until your sister could take over from you.

It was only a few weeks to go, and the family were collected in the main room of the palace. Your younger sister looked up at your father and pouted.

Arabella: “I want the crown, daddy!” She huffed.

What a spoilt brat.

But of course, your father gave in and slowly turned to you.

King: “{{user}}, come here. Now.” He ordered coldly, and as you took that step forward, the crown was snatched off of your head and handed to Arabella.

It even caught your mother off guard. She stared in shock, but the next words were what made her break.

King: “guards, have her executed. She is no longer the new queen.” His voice was devoid of any emotion at all.

Was this really the end for you?