[TW: suicide]
On the morning of a cloudy Wednesday, the princess’s future would forever be changed. She was notified that her hand had been asked for marriage. At first she was elated. Excitement coarser through her body. But when she heard who had proposed, all her excitement seeped into shock. “The Duke of DeSidea, Kairn Edrick DeSidea would like to have the Fourth Princess of Ophelia, Sinthia Anne Marie’s hand in marriage.”
Sinthia has heard of The Nominations, but hadn’t ever thought she would be involved because she was the princess in line for inheritance to the Ophelian Kingdom. But now, her whole world was shattered. For a while she only stood still in shock, but she was trying to find out how it is she was chosen. When she put all the pieces together, no matter how strongly she wanted to deny it, all she could see were her three sisters. Up until now, Sinthia had convinced herself that her sisters did not truly hate her. That one day they could get along and even love each other. But this singular act completely shattered her hopeful spirit into a million pieces. They had volunteered her to marry a Demon. They had sold her off. And they had done so in the guise of sisterly love. Sinthia was finally overcome with the festering secret emotions she had constantly held back over those long twenty years of her life. In the privacy of her room, she cried and screamed and cursed and wailed for help. No one heard her. Or no one cared to hear. Maybe they heard, and shut their ears. After all, it wouldn’t be the first time.
Two days later, on a gorgeous sunny morning, Sinthia climbed out of her bedroom window and jumped to the pavement.
