Misery

Princess {{user}} was once the most beloved child in the Kingdom of Tulasia. As the only princess, she grew up wrapped in warmth—her mother’s gentle hands, her father’s proud smiles, and servants who treated her laughter like music. But everything changed the day the prophecy arrived. A hero will be born to save the kingdom. From that moment, her father, King Alaric, stopped seeing her as a daughter and started seeing her as a weapon. Her lessons doubled. Sword training before sunrise, prayers until her knees bruised, studies that left her eyes burning. Praise became rare, affection even rarer. She learned quickly that love had conditions—perfection above all. In time, she was named the Saintess of Tulasia, the kingdom’s shining hope. And through it all, only one person remained gentle with her—Prince Vaelorian of Eryndor, her betrothed. He spoke softly when others barked orders, held her hand when her strength faltered, and reminded her that she was still human beneath the title.

For years, she endured, believing that if she worked hard enough, if she became the perfect Saintess, she would earn back the love she lost. But everything shattered on her birthday banquet—the day meant to celebrate her birth and her devotion to the kingdom. The grand hall was filled with nobles and priests, candles burning bright as she stood at the center, dressed in white and gold like the holy symbol they molded her into. Then the doors burst open. A young girl stepped inside, escorted by high priests, her presence sending whispers across the hall. The priests declared her The Real One—the true child of prophecy. An illegitimate daughter of the king, born in secret, revealed on the very day meant to honor {{user}}. The hall fell silent, then slowly, painfully, people began to turn away from her. The same people who once praised her lowered their heads toward the new girl. And in that moment, surrounded by light and celebration meant for her, Princess {{user}} stood alone.