Chapter 1: 01

After her sister who just got married and was going to journey north to see her exiled husband who couldn't attend his wedding ceremony, the female lead switched places with her to avoid becoming embroiled in the storyline.

The sister became a nun leaving all worldly possessions behind and living a life of celibacy to become closer to God;  while her husband is mingling with her twin sister and unaware of the switch.  

The priest of the church was aware of what had happened and confronted the female leading character with what had happened. However, he was ultimately silenced by the female leading character because of her undying love for the male lead.

The female lead didn't have much time. Before the king finds out and has her executed. She decides to flee the country and hide on the shores of a small island, far from civilization and away from the emperor.

While being pregnant with her brother-in-law's child. aka the male lead.

What does this have to do with me? a narrator? I'm Honey Beaumont, the female lead's twin sister; yeah, that's my true name. After all, all supporting characters have unusual names, right? I used to be a reader like you, but now I'm a character in a book that followed an odd annoying cliché.

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"My lovely lady! My lovely lady! The Lord has come!" A servant goes excitedly towards a woman embroidering linen at a table. Beautiful designs are sewn into the fabric. Her beauty shines brighter than any star.

Her magnificent frosé hair slipped down her back like silk as she fashioned intricate designs. Even though she accidentally stabs herself with the needle in her hand, her pale hands moved smoothly and easily.

Her eyes are brilliant emerald green, and her skin is as white as the moon. The house around her seems drab in comparison to her beauty, yet it is still a sight to behold.

The servant kneels at the woman's feet, struggling to collect their breath, their face flushed red from the long run from here to there "Please pardon me for disrupting your private time, Lady Beaumont, but the Lord has arrived. and he insists on your presence."

Lady Beaumont's face creases in aggravation, her brows arched slightly, "Tell father to make himself useful instead of pestering me." She says sharply in response.

The servant fumbles over her words as they rise from their knees and exit the room without saying anything else.

The lady sets her needlework down and shuts her eyes, breathing in slowly, deeply, and evenly before opening them to resume her needlework. "I almost broke out of character... again," she mumbles sadly to herself. She gives a little shake of her head, determined to push those thoughts aside.

An ear-splitting scream reverberates across the entire building. Guards are scurrying about outside the room down the hall, looking for the source of the scream. They discover the source of the scream on the balcony of one of the guest rooms.

A lady who resembles Lady Beaumont screams in terror. She is writhing in pain, gripping her stomach, crying, and her clothes are stained with blood. 

The maids run over and start tending to the young woman while they inquire as to if she is harmed. She doesn't respond to them, though. The young woman keeps screaming until she completely stops moving.

She leans against the balcony railing and is on the verge of falling. She then stands still and stares into space. The maidservant standing beside her violently slaps her across the cheek and yells, "Young Miss don't fall asleep, your time hasn't come yet," startling everyone in the room.

The girl tosses her head and groans, "Where am I... I'm dreaming," as she tries to come to some senses. The woman is told to cease talking senselessly by a second maidservant, who also slaps her on the other side of her face

She is delivered to the medical wing, where various healers are waiting for her, with the assistance of the two maidservants. They promptly check her and determine that she miscarried, but that there was nothing terrible that caused it, therefore the girl would survive without any issues.

She returns to her bed in the castle a few hours later after recovering from her ordeal "She's lucky I didn't die, the b*tch! I pray she meets the same end." The girl tears apart a cushion that is next to her head while muttering fiercely.

The maid, who is already in the room .

Approaches her and gives her a cup of tea. She offers the young woman, who is upset, a cup of hot tea in the hopes that it may relieve her stress.

The hot tea cup in her hands was shoved away from her and dropped to the ground. "I'm fine without your pity! I also did not solicit your pity. I want you to leave me alone!" She screams at the maid

Looking at the broken cup lying on the ground, the maid starts to cry and her body starts to shake with fright. Her uncontrollable sobbing begins.

"How dare you shout at me, young Miss! Are you aware of how challenging cleaning up glass is?" between her tears, which was sad.

The girl's eyes were glaring at the maidservant with no sign of pity "Why don't you go fix the mess you made? Or perhaps you imagined making friends with the future Pazon queen!" after which was said the maid rolled her eyes. 

"As if you won't be the Pazon Queen the following year. Don't be a moron! It's only a phase! Furthermore, the king is 50 years old! You want to waste your time on someone his age?" The maid scoffs as she wipes her tears away. "And, Esmé, you may not be aware, but the king has a son... He's said to be as attractive as Prince Dominic."

The maid looks directly into Esmé's eyes, which hold anger and disdain, "He's in love with Thomas, a commoner, and he'll never look at me twice, let alone marry me, and I'm not interested in him after his hands touched anything nasty." After saying this, Esmé goes to sleep under the covers, leaving the maid to sweep up the glass fragments.

Young miss..._

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A group of young maidens strolls across a garden, laughing as they skip along with each step. A man walks along peacefully as well, but he appears preoccupied. 

One of them unintentionally bumps into him, and as the other females laugh at her misfortune, she apologizes sincerely. "My apologies, Your Highness. Could I extend my arm to you so we can walk together?"

The prince gave her a brief moment of attention before ordering a guard to haul her away. Despite her cries and pleading, he simply turns on his heel and walks away without even giving her a second glance.

As if nothing had happened, the maidens and prince continue to stroll through the garden.

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After being dragged away, the young woman was transported to the dungeons, where she was stripped of her clothes and placed in a cell.

She made an effort not to cry as she sat curled in the jail corner. She hears footsteps suddenly approaching her cell, and as the door is unlocked, she swiftly turns to confront Lady Beaumont.

"Do you recognize me? right...? I'm Honey Beaumont, the daughter of Marquess Beaumont, who is responsible for the country's terrible border security. And as for you, my love, you've been tossed like garbage by the country's most esteemed future ruler,"

"Sweetheart, I've come to take you in as my servant," Lady Beaumont said, clearing her voice and smiling at the maiden. "I'm confident you'd do an excellent job working for me... " 

Lady Beaumont smiles contentedly. "Why should I work for such a horrible witch as you?! What makes you think I'd accept a job from you?!" The maiden shouts violently.

"Lester, Prince Ahzi just abandoned you; that hound dog will come here and bite off your head and give you to the other hounds. Isn't the prince too busy chasing skirts to notice you?"

 Lady Beaumont replies, nonchalantly as she looked at Lester who's quivering in anger  "You shouldn't talk about  Prince Ahzi like that! He's a good man, he loves me very much..."  She said, her eyes glistening with unshed tears.

"Love?... hmmm, love. Lester, you are so gullible. You are merely a toy and a source of amusement for Prince Ahzi. But fear not, sweetie, for soon enough the world will see your actual worth."

Lady Beaumont uttered these menacing words the door shut behind her as she departed Lester's cell. Lester cried out in agony and fell to the ground. She encircled her trembling body with her arms as she sobbed openly from her eyes.

Lester regrets becoming a woman of the prince.

She wishes she could have stayed home to tend to her mother's sickbed.  Then at least she wouldn't be living in this cage, This life is worse than death itself.

She has always been accustomed to helping others during her time working in the palace. She is now required to work for a vile, limitless woman.

She dreads the idea of working for such an evil woman. Lester had heard that the witch would kill and torture her servants whenever she was bored. She wonders if this vicious woman will ever tire of herself.

"Yo! Get up, "Before her cell, someone yelled. Two guards can be seen approaching Lester's cell when she looks up. The bowl is dumped at her feet as the cell door is opened by one of them who is carrying it. She stares at the guards before carefully rising to pick it up.

"What is this?" She inquired, perplexed, and one of the guards laughed and said, "A present from the prince to show you the respect you deserve." Murky purple liquid is present inside the bowl, along with a decapitated rat that is bobbing around in it. 

From the inside, spots of green and brown color can be seen on the side of the bowl. Along with the rat's head, one toenail also floats beside it.

Lester gulped, She is unable to comprehend what was going on. She looks at the bowl and asks,  "This is disgusting! Why would anyone willingly drink this?" 

One of the guards chuckles as he says, "That's why the prince asked us to give it to you. You should be grateful, sweetheart; this might save your life someday."

 With this said, the guards exit her cell and slam the cell door closed again, locking her inside.

  Lester remains silent as she watches their figures fade away. 

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Honey Beaumont is inside a carriage five months later, dressed in a conventional white bridal gown. Her hot pink-colored frosé hair is pulled back into a tight bun at the back of her head, which is accented with a white ribbon. There are no signs of sweat or filth on her; her makeup is subtle yet gorgeous. 

The carriage's door is flung open, generating a slight tremble in the vehicle. When Honey turns around, her sister is staring at her, choking for air, and has a crimson face fit for a bamboon. Esmé enters and huffs a little before speaking gently.

"Let's trade places, my sister, and no one will be able to tell the difference! I'll save you because I know you don't want to wed him." 

 Esmé says reassuringly before stepping forward to help her out of the carriage. Honey stays seated and just stares at her sister coldly. 

"Dear sister, I want to marry him...I thought this through after seeing the portrait of my future husband in the royal gallery... I thought we should be married, and..." Honey blushes and covers her face with her gloved hand as she continues to say.

"We've been writing each other letters to each for the past two years, He doesn't seem as bad as the rumors claim him to be...." Honey sighs in contentment as she leans back into her seat smiling like a fool who fell in love

Esmé's face turned white like a ghost as she says in a low tone, "He's a demon! His father ruined the lives of hundreds of people in the village of Aramore, Many died due to lack of food and water, and many of them became ill with diseases! 

Esmé looks down hiding the smirk.

She spoke on, a look of surprise on her face "You might be thinking that he is also to blame for the starvation that exists in parts of the north. 

Is he not terrible because that was merely his father's doing? You are mistaken, He killed 400 defenseless individuals who were just looking for safety and solace! He took all of their belongings and sold their property after robbing them!" 

Esmé exclaims while fury is written on her face and tears are streaming from her eyes.

With her face contorted in shock and silent tears starting to pour, Honey's body trembles uncontrollably in her seat. "How could you say such things, Sister? How was Duke Sullivan to be accused in such a way? He wouldn't act in such a way."

Esmé dabbed Honey's tear-streaked cheek. She is unaware that she is the puppet and Honey is the puppeteer who pulls the strings as she conceals her cunning smile behind her mask.

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