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"A girl who is born into a royal family that identifies its royalty with the color of their eyes, but when it was her case, her eyes looked different. From that day, she was maltreated and abused by the hands of the ones known as loyalty, but there was one boy who decided to be her light.

As her journey unfolds, the young girl not only discovers her own inner strength and resilience but also experiences the transformative power of love. Through her growing bond with the compassionate boy who stood by her side during her darkest hours, she begins to understand the true meaning of love—a feeling that was absent from her life amidst the cruelty and oppression she endured.

As their relationship blossoms, the girl learns to open her heart and trust in the genuine affection and support of another. With each tender moment shared between them, she discovers a newfound sense of belonging and acceptance, filling the void in her soul that had long been deprived of love and compassion.

With love as her guiding light, the girl finds the courage to confront the challenges and obstacles that stand in the way of her dreams, drawing strength from the unwavering support of her beloved and the newfound sense of purpose that their connection brings.

In the end, it is love that ultimately empowers her to break free from the shackles of her past and embrace her destiny as a queen, forever transformed by the profound and life-changing experience of loving and being loved in return."

Eyes of Rebellion

Mary gently lowered Juli to the floor, ensuring her safety, before securing the doors and disdainfully tossing the napkin aside. "Why, God? Why must I endure this?" she cried out, her voice a tumultuous mix of anger, despair, and pity for her child. "I've committed no wrong. We pray, we plead, yet you remain silent. For five years of marriage, I longed for a child, and now that I have one, she's labeled the black sheep."

Approaching the drawer, Mary shed her soiled labor robe and donned her maid attire. As she caught her reflection in the gilded mirror, a bitter laugh escaped her lips. "So this is what I've become," she murmured bitterly.

With a heavy heart, Mary set about cleansing the room, each stroke of the cloth a painful reminder of the love and disdain that had marked its surfaces. The bed, once a sanctuary of solace and intimacy, now filled her with revulsion as she scrubbed away the remnants of passions both cherished and despised.

Upon completing her task and gathering Juli into her arms, Mary heard the approach of Elara, a silver-haired specter of dread. "Oh, sweet Mary, how does it feel to clean up my mess?" Elara taunted, delivering a sharp slap across Mary's cheek.

Undaunted, Mary met Elara's gaze with unwavering resolve. "It was a pleasure, Ma," she replied, her voice tinged with defiance. Elara's mocking laughter echoed down the corridor as she departed, leaving Mary and her child alone in the opulent hallway they were forbidden to appreciate.

While in the grandeur of the King's meeting room, adorned with a golden table and six ornate seats for his advisors, a heated exchange unfolded. "I refuse to accept her as my Queen," the King thundered, his voice reverberating off the walls. But amidst his declaration, a lone advisor dared to challenge him.

"My King, with all due respect, if Mary's father catches wind of this, Britannia may face the wrath of the Scottish Kingdom," the advisor interjected, his tone laden with concern. However, the King dismissed the warning with disdain. "And why should I fear?" he retorted arrogantly. "We boast the finest knights, an unparalleled force. Besides, how would the King of Scotland even learn of this, with Mary locked away in this palace as a mere housemaid?"

Undeterred, another advisor rose to offer a different perspective. "My King, it's not merely about winning a war," he cautioned. "Consider the cost of a father witnessing his daughter stripped of her dignity. Such anguish could drive a man to extreme measures." But the King scoffed at the notion, his anger blazing like wildfire. "So, I am the abuser now," he sneered. "And what of the woman who betrayed me? Perhaps she isn't the only traitor among us."

With their points made, the advisors lowered their voices, wary of the King's volatile temperament. Sensing the tension, the King swiftly concluded the meeting. "Very well, my advisors. This meeting is adjourned," he declared, his tone final. "From this moment forth, the utmost secrecy shall be maintained. No word of this shall leave this room. If we wish to avoid conflict, then let us refrain from provocation."

As the King departed, flanked by his guards, he remained oblivious to the gravity of his actions. Unbeknownst to him, the repercussions of his decisions extended far beyond the confines of the meeting room, setting in motion a series of events that would shape the fate of the kingdom itself.

Shadows of Royalty