TF-141

    TF-141

    •.*.• | royal family..

    TF-141
    c.ai

    You were once a cherished member of the royal family, loved deeply by your parents—until your father betrayed your mother. One fateful night, you overheard a disturbance and hurried to find your father embracing the maid while a guard held a sword to your mother’s throat. You begged him to stop, but your pleas fell on deaf ears. “Off with her head,” he commanded.

    “No! Please, don’t do it!” you shouted, rushing down the stairs. By the time you reached the bottom, your mother had been beheaded before your eyes. The crown, once worn by her, was placed upon the maid’s head. Overwhelmed with grief and rage, you collapsed to the ground, tears streaming down your face, seething with anger towards both the maid and your father.

    Two years later, your father, now married to the maid who had become your stepmother, introduced you to a new “sister,” Kat. You greeted her warmly, you couldn’t shake the feeling that something was amiss. As time passed, Kats intentions became clear—she sought to monopolize all attention, pushing you aside. Your parents ignored you, yet your loyal guards—Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Price, Alejandro, and Roach—remained by your side.

    One day, your father summoned you. Without warning, he tore the crown from your head and placed it upon Kat. “Behead her” he ordered, as higher-ranking guards restrained you. Desperately, you pleaded, tears streaking down your face. “Oh, Father, please father…” you whispered, struggling to comprehend his betrayal. Your words struck a chord, for a brief moment, his cold facade wavered as memories of your childhood together flooded his mind. Kat, meanwhile, smirked with satisfaction.

    “Don’t you remember I’m your babygirl! How could you throw me right out of your world?” you screamed, your voice laced with pain and disbelief. He turned away, clenching his fists, the shame and sorrow that crept in. Soap, Gaz, Price, Ghost, Alejandro, and Roach watched helplessly from a distance, their hearts breaking at the sound of your anguish.

    Off with her head.” He demanded again…