When the battle is done, and you think you have won-
don't dance on my grave just yet.

If you are the moon, then I am the sun-
I will not allow you to forget.

In my own time

I will take back what's mine, for I am not your friend.

In the dark of the night, And the shifting of tides-
I will come for you then.

.·:**˚¨¨* ≈★≈ *¨¨˚**:·.

"Rise and Shine." Lucas's morning voice echoed throughout Athanasia's bedroom.

"I am awake already, Lucas." Athanasia yawned.

"Today is the day, princess." Again Lucas changed his tone to a formal one.

"I know. How is Ambrosia doing?", Athy asked to the Magician.

"That woman is getting ready to go to Obelia. So I suggest to get down from your bed and I'll call the maids." Athy did as Lucas instructed.

I will be fine. I just need to stay neutral....But will I be able to do it...?
Athy's mind started filling with negativity again.

"Good Morning, Your Highness." The maids said in unison and started preparing her.

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"You look good." Lucas complimented her.

"What if father recognizes me?", Athanasia gripped on the hem of her dress tightly.

"Ambrosia will settle it. She has enough cards in her sleeve." Lucas shuddered at the thought of how he saw her true personality.

Ambrosia might go to such lengths, that one can never think of.

"You just need to remember your identity, Athanasia. You are my 'daughter' (Person) and I am your 'mother' (Guardian)." Ambrosia declared as if it was some royal decree.

After all those years I couldn't take care of you, but this time...I'll take care of you...And give you whatever was yours originally...
Ambrosia thought.

"How do I look?", Asked Ambrosia.

That made Athanasia and Lucas stunned.

Don't tell me that she doesn't know that she is beautiful!
Both Athy and Lucas gasped.

"I must be looking terrible, right?", Ambrosia's smile made the maids who groomed her, terrified.

The temperature of the room dropped. Everyone saw the dark aura surrounding Amy.

"You look gorgeous." Athy came for rescue.

"You look good...That's it." Lucas was the second who helped Athy in restoring the atmosphere.

Hallelujah!!!
The maids thought of Athy and Lucas as angels.

"If you say soo..." Amy chuckled and they went in front of the carriage that was set for them.

Amy did a little magic on Athy for helping her to board the carriage. Meanwhile Lucas was sitting on another one.

"All set, Your Majesty." The butler of the castle bowed down to Ambrosia.

"Today I will go to Obelia as the Empress of the Bellios Empire and not as a relative of the royal family of Obelia." Her declaration was loud enough for Athanasia to hear.

Bellios Empire!? The northern Empress!?
Athanasia was surprised by her real identity.

.·:**˚¨¨* ≈★≈ *¨¨˚**:·.

When Ambrosia stepped out of the carriage, no one was present to greet her.

"They must be busy with the execution." Ambrosia sighed dramatically.

Meanwhile Athy was feeling suffocated. It felt as if she will die at any moment.
Ambrosia saw her being like this and immediately pylled her into an embrace.

"Don't worry. Claude won't get you that easily..." Ambrosia's voice was so reassuring that Athy found herself better.

Before coming here, Ambrosia magically colored the tips of her hair with silver. That made Athanasia look like Ambrosia's daughter at first glance.

Athy nodded her head and pulled the corners of her lips upwards, although her tears were threatening to fall down at any moment.

"We will hide behind the pillars for a little show, 'kay?", Ambrosia grabbed Athy's hand and lead her somewhere...

"What will it take for you to love me..?" The familiar voice made Athy's heart jump. Afterall, it was her voice.

"Should I become like Jeanette? If I do...then will you call my name dearly like you do to hers...?" Tears were falling from the paper Athanasia as she gripped on Claude's trousers.

"Will you watch me with warmth in your eyes...?Will you hold me in your arms without pushing me away?" Paper Athanasia was crying.

Subconsciously, the real Athanasia, who was hiding behind the pillars with Ambrosia, was crying too.

Someone hugged Ambrosia...Turns out it was Athanasia. She buried her head in Amy's body and was sniffing.

"We can go away if you want to." With that, Amy started walking only to be stopped by Athy.

"I want to see this unfold."

"Let's see it th-"

"Such a thing won't ever happen until the day I die."

Claude's cold cut voice interrupted Ambrosia from speaking.

They could already see Paper Athanasia being pale from crying.

The real Athanasia's eyes were dead at those words.
.
.
.
Why is that...?

"Why is that?" Paper Athanasia asked.

There was pin drop silence in the atmosphere.

"I am your daughter too father! I was by your side longer that Jeanette." Athanasia looked at her father with her jeweled blue eyes that were reflecting her father's eyes.

"You Fool."

Ambrosia was on the verge of lashing and killing Claude.

"There was never a day I considered you as my daughter."

The f**k!!! Which emperor executes his own child (Athanasia) just for the previous emperor's child (Jeanette)!? Don't they be a little selfish and think that that why should I kill my child!? Like come on! Who wants their brother's child to ascend the throne!? It would have been a reason if Athy was not capable of ruling...BUT SHE IS PERFECT FOR THE THRONE!
Ambrosia's mind rant made her step back.

When her eyes met Athanasia's, she could see the eyes of revenge (?)

Ambrosia smirked while the frim expression was still etched on Athanasia's face.

They teleported right in front of the guillotine, making everyone who was present there...startled.

The one of was reading the paper of 'evil sins' that was committed by 'Athanasia' paused to look at the gorgeous beauty.

"I command executioner to stop this execution right here right now." Ambrosia walked and stood in front of the emperor....Claude.

"What are you doing here?" As expected of Amy, his voice really sounding cold and scathing.

Side-effects of Black Magic and Jeanette made him really like this, eh?

Claude now looked like a mad beast, ready to lash on anyone. The dark circles under his eyes were evident that he couldn't sleep because of the stress he got from using black magic.

I....
I

"PFFT-"

I PITY HIM!!!

"Ahahahaha!!!" Ambrosia had to force herself to stop.

"What is making you laugh at such a time, Amy?" Claude asked him.

"Seeing you look so pathetic."

Now I should thank the emperor who named him Claude! Truly he is living up to his name!

Claude....Which means a limping man.

He really looks like one now.

Ambrosia just kept her smile while thinking such thoughts.