(Ariana POV)
A pair of green eyes counted the fast-passing tree from the carriage. She wasn't aware of how many trees she counted because her mind was somewhere else.
She was nervous, nervous to the point she was going to puke on her new beautiful pink ball gown her father bought for her not so long ago for this special occasion. She had butterflies fluttering in her stomach begging to be let out. Her face was pale from the thought of humiliating herself in front of the kingdoms of Alphyria and the crown prince whom she loved dearly.
The thought of humiliation reminded her of her half-sister.
She scrunched her skirt at the thought of that bitch of a sister. Diana.
Ariana tried to be a nice little sister to her but Diana decided otherwise. The number of times she was humiliated by her. The times Diana would pour hot tea on her gown at every tea party they were invited to. Ariana would smile it off and proclaim it as an accident but deep inside she wanted to throw the cup at Diana's beautiful face and disable her nose.
The harmful pranks she pulled hurt her pride and self-esteem. Her father had to take her to the doctors a couple of times to get her health checked. Diana was forbidden from seeing or going near her and if she did would feel the wrath of her father.
She was glad her father set the rule upon her, she didn't have to deal with her anymore however deep inside she wished her arrogance concluded on the annulment of her engagement with the crown prince who was soon to be her brother-in-law. Something her father has been trying to do ever since Ariana was born.
Ariana was jealous of her older sister who was betrothed to Damon since the day she came to this world.
Even though she knew she could never get noticed by the cold prince who was rumoured to be ruthless with his ways of war, she was glad that he didn't like her sister one bit because she wouldn't be able to stand in the same room with the Prince and her sister showing affection towards each other. It would really hurt her.
Yet something else lingered in her mind.
When she left the mansion to enter the carriage, she spotted Diana's carriage in the far corner of the gate. It seemed that Diana had not left yet, which was out of the ordinary. Ariana knew how obsessed her sister was about Damon. She would go hours early just to see him but to be kicked out of the palace until the ball began.
So why was her carriage still here? What is she planning to do now to humiliate the Glacies family now? She wondered.
"It's alright dear, we know how much you love the crown prince to spend all week to find him a perfect gift" her mother Alice, comforted her with her sweet words.
"What if he doesn't like it? what if he throws it away in front of the whole gala" she bit her nail for comfort. She was terrified of the prince's cold glare that was rumoured to pierce the hearts of anyone who stared at it for too long.
She herself never experienced the cold demonic glare however she witnessed it first hand when her sister raged at a girl who went near him at the Stella Ball of the fourth year, 4 years ago. She shivered at the memory.
Alice cupped her daughters face and stared deep into her green eyes. "My daughter is the kindest and beautiful lady in the whole 5 human kingdoms of Alphyria, Prince Damon would never throw away a gift from the Lady of Glacies"
A smile of joy appeared on her face. "thank you, mother,". Even if Diana had beauty to capture the hearts of men or have the Prince for herself, there is something she will never receive no matter how many years she waits. Diana will never receive the love of a mother Ariana receives.
"Ariana, I have something to discuss with you before we arrive at the palace"
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