Her Revenge Her Temptation
Lucy is a cheerful human princess who enjoyed her peaceful life at the palace but mainly on the busty village streets.
What will happen when she sneaks out as usual, only to return and find out her father had been defeated by an unknown man will her life change for good or bad or gray as she tries to get back her father's throne even if it meant staying under the enemy's nose.
will she take her revenge or fall for the one person who has ruined her father.
she has to make up her mind between following her heart or be blinded by a false revenge.
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Chapter 2
C2: LILY
WRITER'S POV
Lucy sighed she decided to take a quick look at the lake and then head back.
staring at the landscape before her she couldn't help but smile in awe.
the lake there was transparent in colour showing off the beautiful stones beneath it she sat that down at the bank resting her head and slept off.
She woke up after a long while only to see the slightly dark sky she gasped and stood up and grabbed her bag immediately running back.
Lucy stood before her secret door her hands on her knees as she took in heavy sharp breath she had ran all the way.
she sneaked in only to see everywhere quiet with no guard stationed as usual she shivered it was getting darker.
placing her coin pouch in her bag which contained an extra male clothing beside her secret exit so that she wouldn't be noticed easily, she ran to her room and changed into a purple dress.
she walked out but saw no one only to see Helene running towards her Lucy caught her.
"Helene what is wrong did father get to know about my disappearance" she asked but Helene shook her head tears in her eyes scaring Lucy.
"My princess the palace has been taken over, the king and queen are nowhere to be found I.l don't know if they have been captured by him"
Helene narrated stuttering in between, Lucy's eyes widened with tears in them, her mouth opened with no words.
"who is the person that captured them who?" she finally asked clutching Helene's hand.
"I don't know he came here with his soldiers in a black horse he wore a black mask so I couldn't see his face and I had to hide" Helene explained thoughtfully.
'they were the ones I met earlier' Lucy thought, she had felt uncomfortable when she saw them.
"My princess you have to leave this palace even though the maids aren't hurt yet since they were captured and the guards who surrendered weren't killed he might still come after you since you are the king's daughter"
Helene added but Lucy shook her head .
"what about my parents? what of you?, won't you come along?" Lucy asked in whispers her tears streaming down her face but Helene shook her head.
"My princess I will be fine, even if I die I wish to know that you won't die with me, you have to get going before he catches you, for the sake of your parents please" Helene said pushing the princess away.
"remember the exit you usually use to go out, go through there make sure no one sees you.
Good a thing I don't know so I won't spill it out run please"
Helen added still pushing her away Lucy cried silently as she stared at Helene once more before she took off.
Helene murmured a farewell to the princess and turned only to be captured by a bulky soldier.
Lucy had run off to a far place, a place she had never been to before. She didn't know what to do. It was now dark.
With a lightning strike a heavy rain began to pour. She wiped her tears and ran to an old building to find shelter.
Waking up she rubbed her eyes with a yawn and when yesterday's memories flashed back she started crying her eyes red and swollen she had nowhere to go.
she thought of going to her suitor's kingdom but then she didn't know if he was the one that attacked them since he was supposed to come yesterday evening.
Wiping her tears she made up her mind, her parents were captured since their corpse had not been found then she had to release them.
with a new resolution in her mind she stood up and went to the lake she had found, she stripped off and took her bath after making sure no one was there.
she was ready to do anything to rescue her parents and take back her father's throne even if it meant living under the devil's nose.
She stood up, grabbing the bag she had taken while running away she brought out a male clothing,
putting it on she took her coin pouch and placed the purple dress in the bag and left the lake.
joining the crowd she blended in that no one could notice her, staring at the new posters which boldly stated that she was wanted and they had placed a bounty on her head,
she clenched her fist.
luckily they didn't draw her face she usually wore a veil even in the palace only few could recognize her and those were her parents trusted men and maids.
She didn't know why they were so protective of her but then it became useful now.
she walked away seeking for an opportunity to return to the palace.
TWO MONTHS LATER
Lucy had rented a cheap inn and started working as a tea maker something she was grateful for putting interest in, they had appreciated her for her soothing tea.
just then her employee called her "Lily, your tea is amazing and that is why I am telling you this.
the palace wants to hire a new sets of maids you might work there so that you can earn more" the woman said and Lucy narrowed her eyes in thoughts.
the new king was rumored to be literally nonhuman, some said he is a beast, while some said he is a wizard but then it won't stop her from taking her revenge by defeating him.
"Lily if you're scared then don't mind my words" she added thinking that she was scared since she hasn't spoken a word, but Lucy smiled.
"thank you so much for this offer I will take the job, at least I will have good meals and a good shelter" she said and the woman smiled .
"exactly my dear, tomorrow get prepared I will take you to the palace for registration" the woman added and left.
Lucy smiled she would go there with her name Lily, not everyone was aware of her full name Lucy Lilly Donovan.
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