~daniel~

I didn't exactly have a good life, my biological mother, passed on 4 years ago when I was 10 , due to a car accident. I have a step-mom and a step-brother, who's a year older but i know that my step mom hates me because I'm the future heiress to the throne, she secretly wanted her son to take the throne instead.It is obvious that all mothers would want the best for their children but what she did was unforgivable.

My step-mom and i hate each other to the core but usually, I end up being the one who's blamed. I have my suspicions that she was my father’s mistress when my mother was still alive, some days, my dad wouldn't return to the palace and after my mother died, she married my father almost instantly.

I didn't have a good relationship with anybody in my family, I don't remember how it felt like to be loved by someone. the only “friend” I had was the royal butler, he had been serving the royal family even before I was born but he had retired last year.

I'm alone but i had a dream, and that was to be in the life of a commoner. I wanted to escape from all this. I didn't want to be around people who would only stay around me because I was the heiress. I wanted to have real friends.

We were having dinner when my step-mom started comparing me to her son and about "how dumb i am as compared to her son" and what's worse is that all my father does is to smile and nod as if i wasn't even his.

"I'm quite sure that Daniel"-

"Excuse me Rebecca, but if you're going to bad mouth about me, right in front of my face, i'm not going to tolerate this bullshit." I interrupted, trying my best to show my sarcasm.

"Remember who you are Daniella, watch your language and address your mother properly."

"As if, she isn't even my mother, why should i address her as my mother?"

"ENOUGH !"

"my dear, please don't stress yourself over your teenage daughter, teenagers nowadays..."

"NOT UNTIL SHE LEARNS HER PLACE."

"Dad, please calm down." My step-brother interfered.

"Cut the crap, to be honest, do you know what? I HATE BEING A PRINCESS. I had ENOUGH of all this. I'M DONE WITH BEING IN THE SPOTLIGHT. I-" i tried finishing my sentence but no sound came out, all i felt was tears trickling down my face.

“Well, why don't you let my son take your place instead ?”

“Woman, I know that this is your main goal and right now, to be honest, I don't really care anymore.”

“Is that a yes?”

“No, i will not allow it.” My father suddenly said.

“Why? I'm quite certain that Rebecca’s son is also yours, technically, he's a royal bastard.”

“How dare you insult my son !” my step-mother raged.

“Facts. Anyways, I always knew that Rebecca was the mistress, even when mother was alive. It wouldn't be a problem since he has “royal blood” in him.”

“Of course that will be a problem ! Do you even know how much a scandal it would be if the public found out that I, the king, cheated on my ex-wife, even before you were conceived ?!"

“Honestly, do you think i care? Fix your own problems. Anyways, i lost my appetite." I stood up and ran up the stairs.

"Ms. Blacine, are you alright? do you need anything?" My personal maid asked me.

"Nope thank you, i would just like to be left alone." i muttered, tired of communication, just wanting to cry into my pillow till i doze off.

"Yes miss."

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