Words that describe you? Or that's what you think?

I'm not like my parents.

Living under the same roof as an alcoholic father is... hell. The state you find his room in every night is so horrifying that there's no point in describing it.

Mother? You don’t even know her.

You knew from neighbors that you weren't even a planned child. You were a case of a man who is an alcoholic and a woman who danced to please men.

So she worked where dignity was secondary.

You met at the royal cafe right next to the castle, or at least he wanted to get to know you better since you weren't interested in getting to know him at all.

Because someone like you has no right to talk to the eldest son of the Queen, the handsome Avery Mandeville.

Avery came to the cafe every day to see you.

However, unknowingly to you, everything started to fall apart when Queen Mandeville found out about you. Her guards had been watching you from afar, gathering information about you...

...and your family.

One day, Avery didn't show up at the cafe. You were surprised that you were more worried than you should have been.

At the end of your shift, the last customer was the Queen’s butler. He came with the news that she urgently needed to see you.

Taken aback, you closed the cafe as quickly as you could and followed the butler straight to the beautiful, ancient castle.

The man led you to the grand hall, where, to your surprise, Avery was also sitting at the table, with his mother.

"An unwanted child messed with my son's head? This is absurd." She looked at you with disgust.

You felt your palms start to sweat with fear. You walked over to the table, which had a stack of papers on it.

Or rather, reports. Of your life.

You looked at Avery. Your heart broke when you saw the disappointment on his face.

Disappointment because you lied. You lied that your father worked hard as the royal guard. You lied that your mother was a famous seamstress abroad. You lied that you didn't suffer at all your whole life...