The empire that has survived, what seems like an eternity. My bored brain, sometimes, becomes filled with "what ifs".

What if the Empire had fallen, long before my birth. If that was the case, would I be in this situation?

Those "what ifs" consume me. So, then again, I ask myself. What if I wasn't a Belleaux? That name that carried the weight of centuries.

Perhaps, if my dear Empire did not exist, my own person wouldn't exist. Or maybe, by a stroke of luck, I would live a peaceful life of a commoner.

Right now, my title means nothing, it would actually be rather dangerous to reveal it. Other useless things, like my refined and expensive taste for jewelry, or my extensive knowledge in Latim. All planned so I would be ignorant to all that was happening.

All around me, people praised my intelligence, yet I failed to realized how superfluous it all was.

A few hours ago, my only worry was if my dress was dashing enough, months and months passed so I could have an appointment at the "Purpoise" - the most wanted boutique at the capital. My ancestors used enormous over the top dresses, but the 2020's are different, in every single way.

The norm would be a short and delicate dress that matched perfectly with a diamond encrusted Barret.

However, I was never the well behaved flower the Empire Of Belleaux is supposed to raise. My dress, was simplistic and fierce, as per my request, a figure hugging black dress, long enough to cover my feet.

A head piece custom made to strike interest, a black cat figure playing with the moon, made with the most expensive black crystals the jeweler could find. Perfect, so it would reflect on the ballroom's chandeliers.

All of that seems like an immensurable waste of time, my dress constraining my steps. And the excruciatingly painful heels, their only purpose now is self defense.

Early in the evening my name was announced. While I descended those enormous stairs, that lead to the ballroom, those selfish and ignorant nobles looked my way. Their toughts probably along the lines of "She is just a baron's daughter, why is she dressed like that?! " and "That crazy b****, again. ".

Now they were also calling my name, that name that I despised, so much. That we fought so much to hide from the public.

"My poor brother..." I whispered to myself "I wonder what they have done to you."

"Adelaide Belleaux. Show up this instant." violent screams, calling for me.

Would I be caught, so easily, like this?

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Hello, I am the author. You can call me Dollie or Lacie (or even both). I'm new here and I hope you enjoy Adelaide and her adventures from now on. Any questions you have just leave it on the comments!

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