Miravixen

"Leo's innocence was shattered the day he witnessed a horror he could never forget which he wished so badly his innocent eyes didn’t witness  . His elder brother, once a guiding light, plunged a knife into their father's chest, and walked away with a chilling smile. Leo, still a child, was frozen in terror, his playful nature replaced with a haunting dread. He hid in the shadows, his camera still rolling, capturing the sinister act.

As the brother vanished, Leo crept out from under the table, his legs trembling like leaves. He approached his father, whose eyes pleaded for silence. "Dad, what happened? Should I call for help? You're bleeding...you look so sick." His father's voice was barely audible, but the urgency was clear.

"Leo, listen carefully. The safe...it's yours now. Only your fingerprint can open it. Never let anyone near it. The truth you seek, it's all inside. When your grandfather comes, go with him, take the safe, and leave with him. Protect it with your life." With those final words, his father's eyes glazed over, and he slumped back in his chair, leaving Leo alone with the weight of a dark secret."

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Elder Blackwood's eyes pierced the darkness, his presence commanding attention. Leo and Emily stood before him, their faces etched with contrasting emotions.

"To unite with Leo, you must prove your worth," Elder Blackwood declared, his voice low and mysterious. "Three trials await you, Emily. Success will solidify your position as future queen."

Emily's determination flared. "I'm ready."

Elder Blackwood's gaze lingered on Emily's resolute face. "The trials will test your courage, wisdom, and heart. Are you prepared to face the unknown?"

Leo's eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched.

"The first trial begins when you done learning etiquettes," Elder Blackwood announced, his voice dripping with an air of secrecy. "But before that, you must learn the etiquette of a princess. You cannot behave like a commoner, Emily. You must be refined, elegant, and poised."

Emily smiled sweetly. "Okay, Elder Blackwood. I'm ready to learn."

Elder Blackwood's expression turned stern. "Good. I will assign a tutor to guide you. You will learn the intricacies of royal protocol, etiquette, and diplomacy."

Leo's eyes flickered with surprise, his grandfather's words making him feel uneasy. He couldn't help but wonder if Emily was worthy of being his queen.

As the elder's words faded, Emily curtsied, her movements awkward but endearing. Leo's heart skipped a beat, his feelings for Emily swirling in turmoil.

"I will not disappoint you, Elder Blackwood," Emily vowed, her voice steady.

Elder Blackwood's gaze lingered on Emily's determined face. "We shall see, child. We shall see."

Emily's days blurred into a haze of etiquette lessons, her mind reeling from the intricacies of royal protocol. Her tutor, Madame Dupont, was a stern woman with a penchant for criticism.

At first, Emily struggled to grasp the nuances of courtly behavior. She stumbled over her words, curtsied awkwardly, and forgot the proper way to address the nobility. Madame Dupont's disapproving gaze made Emily feel like a clumsy oaf.

"You're not even fit to be a lady-in-waiting, let alone a queen," Madame Dupont sneered, her voice dripping with disdain.

Emily's eyes stung with tears, but she refused to give up. She practiced tirelessly, determined to master the art of refinement. Slowly, her movements became more fluid, her words more confident.

Madame Dupont's expression softened, ever so slightly, as Emily's progress became evident. "You're not as hopeless as I thought," she said grudgingly.

Emily's heart swelled with pride. She had proven herself, even if it was just a small victory.

As the days turned into weeks, Emily's transformation was nothing short of remarkable. She glided across the ballroom floor with ease, her curtsies flawless, her smile radiant.

Elder Blackwood's eyes gleamed with approval as he watched Emily's final lesson. "You've done well, child," he said, his voice warm with praise. "But you just starting

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