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Chapter 2

RARITY ARMOR

The news of the king's passing came like a knife to my heart. They announced it so callously, as if I were an outsider, unworthy of compassion. The realization hit me like a tidal wave"my beloved father was gone forever.

In my desperation, I turned to my elder brothers for comfort, hoping they would be my pillar of support in this tragic moment. Instead, they turned into monsters, shattering my heart with their cruel words.

"He is not your father! You are nothing," Drew's venomous words stabbed me like a thousand daggers. "You are adopted, abandoned like dog shits in the forest. You are not a princess."

Their betrayal crushed me, leaving me gasping for breath as tears streamed down my cheeks like a raging river. How could they be so heartless? Weren't they supposed to protect and care for me, just like our father did?

The pain was unbearable as I stumbled back to my room, their harsh words echoing in my mind. "Liars, liars!" I screamed in anguish, feeling like an unwanted outsider in my own family, in my own kingdom.

At only 12 years old, I was burdened with a sorrow beyond my years. The truth about my adoption was not news to me, but their rejection stung like never before. I had hoped for their love and acceptance, but instead, I was met with scorn and disdain from the very ones who were meant to be my brothers.

As the kingdom mourned the loss of our great king, I mourned the loss of a loving father and the dream of a family that would never be.

My tears seemed endless, and I lost track of how much time had passed since I had received the devastating news of losing my dearest father.

Wracked with grief, I huddled in a corner of my room, my body trembling as I rambled incoherently to myself. It was as if I was trying to fill the void left by my father's absence, imagining that he was still with me.

I yearned for someone to come and comfort me, but the world seemed to have forgotten my existence. Even the maids, who used to check on me daily, had been absent since the early morning. As a young girl, I convinced myself that they were busy with my father's funeral preparations, but deep down, I knew it was just my own wishful thinking.

Exhaustion and sorrow finally overcame me, and I drifted into a fitful slumber. In my dreams, I replayed the painful moment of my father's collapse over and over again. I found myself concocting excuses for my elder brothers, believing that their harsh words were merely a reflection of their shared grief.

I even blamed myself for his death, foolishly believing that my playful antics had somehow contributed to his exhaustion and eventual passing.

The weight of the responsibility I felt, the pressure to be a worthy princess, bore down on me. I had never experienced a normal life; my training as a future queen had been put aside. I could not help but wonder if my lack of preparation had caused my brothers to resent me.

Yet, through all the self-blame and doubt, I knew deep down that my brothers loved me in their own way. Their actions, though harsh, were driven by their own grief and confusion. As I lay lost in my thoughts, I felt a gentle hand on my shoulder, pulling me from my restless slumber.

Blinking back tears, I looked up to see my brother Drew Armor. His eyes were filled with a mix of emotions"sadness, concern, and perhaps even a hint of regret. I mustered a weak smile and threw myself into his embrace, seeking solace in his presence.

"Drew," I whispered, my voice choked with emotion.

He pushed me back onto the bed and glared at me with disgust. "I am not your brother; you can't call me Drew. Talk to me formally from now on if you want me to let you live in the castle. Got that?" His voice was menacing, and I felt a shiver run down my spine.

I narrowed my eyes, trying to muster some courage as I pulled myself back to the edge of the bed. His rage-filled eyes and grave tone intimidated me, and I stuttered, "What do you mean, brother?"

He smirked, leaning closer to my innocent face. "I mean from now on, you will stay in the castle, but in the maid's rooms. You will work here, and you will serve me at night." His wicked laughter echoed through the entire palace, sending chills down my spine.

As a naive girl, I did not fully understand his words"at least not until my second brother, Drake, burst into my room and yanked me up by my hair, pushing me down to the floor. "Now you are just a maid. If you want to eat and if you want us not to kill you, then you must serve me and Drew every single night." He licked the corner of his mouth, and a sickening feeling washed over me.

They both stared at me with an intensity that sent shivers down my spine. Their cold gazes showed no hint of mercy, and my heart pounded in fear. I crawled on the floor, desperately trying to stand up on my feet, hoping to escape their clutches.

"What do you mean by 'needs at night'?" I asked, my voice trembling with innocence, but deep down, I knew they were talking about something vile and sinister.

I could not fathom that my own brothers would want to use my body or do something wicked to me. Even if they kept insisting I was adopted, I had been raised among them as their little sister.

Why would they want anything from me? I was just a tiny, helpless girl, and their actions filled me with confusion and horror.

The reality of my situation sank in, and I felt like a prisoner in my own home, betrayed by the very people who were supposed to protect and love me. The innocence I once held dear was quickly fading away, replaced by the cruel truth of the world I now found myself trapped in.

Drake smirked, his words dripping with cruelty, "Needs in bed, my little baby. Do not worry, we do not need your body now. You are still tiny with no boobs, just a pup. We do not want anyone from other kingdoms to know that we are treating our little sister badly. So, we'll wait until you turn 18." His smirk only grew wider as he spoke.

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