“Therefore, Diana of Minerva is sentenced to death by the empire's court.”
The sound of a hammer echoes through the silent room. Diana looks around and sees the satisfied gazes of her older siblings, accompanied by a slightly smaller figure with light eyes and pastel blue hair in their midst – Serena, the true daughter of the house, wearing an unhappy expression, trembling. Diana then looks finally at the duke, who wears a disappointed expression, causing a twisted smile on Diana's face, revealing her two dimples.
'No one believes me after all.'
In the following days, Diana is executed in a cell. Before that, there was not even a visit from her family or her opponent Serena. Diana of Minerva died in the dark, in a small filthy cell, alone. The news made headlines for a while before being overshadowed by the announcement of a marriage between Serena and the crown prince Herez.
A book is tossed into the already messy room.
“Curse this crazy book!” Diana shouts.
Diana hugs her knees on her disheveled bed, leaving silence for a few minutes. She needed to digest all that information until she finally decides.
'My life has been bad so far, and it will only get worse with the arrival of the duke's true daughter!'
“I need to change my attitude; otherwise, they'll lead me to death, and they'll enjoy it. Or maybe they want a villain to blame, and I'll give them the best. I will definitely survive!”
To understand how Diana got to this point, we need to briefly go back to the beginning.
Big, round, clear eyes with long lashes open, a beautiful baby lies in a wooden crib in an old room, an orphanage of the Devon Empire. An unknown figure appears.
“Maybe today is your lucky day, little girl.” The person's arms then cradle the child, who is placed in front of a tall man with light eyes and dark hair, but a cold gaze.
“Who is this child?” The man then squints as the child looks on with a confused face.
“Her name is Diana; she just turned one.”
“I'll take her.”
“Sir?” The servant accompanying him asked.
As if knowing what just happened, the child then opens her huge smile.
In the carriage, the Duke's servant holds the child in his arms.
“Did you see something, my lord?”
The duke then shifts his gaze from the window to the child.
“The resemblance I have to this child is incredible.”
The child exudes a dead red aura in the duke's eyes.
“In every aspect…”
The employee with wide eyes gives an evil smile internally.
“Would you like to hold her, Duke of Minerva?”
“Just because we're friends doesn't mean you can talk to me like that.”
“Go on, just a little.”
The duke growls. In the blink of an eye, the child is in his arms, giving him the sweetest smile possible.
The duke stares at her before letting out a slight smile. Suddenly, a rumble comes from the child's belly, her eyes widen, tears well up, and silence ensues. The duke and his servant make a choked sound, holding back their laughter; he trembles with the child in his hands as if she were Simba himself.
“It seems our little miss is hungry, my lord.”
“Yes, let's hurry.”