708 Chapter 707-2nd Betarayl Of the 2nd.
Things didn't get any better for Carl down the line. The anger of the situation at the ti had been transferred over to Eleanor, with the thought that perhaps this wouldn't have happened if she hadn't practiced her powers if she hadn't been pushed to get better by Eleanor. Those thoughts bred sadness in her.
At the ti, Carl had shown it in such a way that it filled Eleanor with guilt. More than that, Eleanor was forced away from Carl, as the Empire intervened and took Carl to be monitored and looked after in a credible setting. Thus, the one person who beca like a second mother and guide was stripped away from Carl's life.
Eleanor couldn't do much about it either. Even though she taught Carl, Carl wasn't actually a disciple who could take her place next; her position as a princess didn't allow it, and even the Empire wouldn't have allowed it too. Plus, Eleanor couldn't let such power fall into more powerful hands, so even though Eleanor wanted to fight back, she had to move on.
Thus, Carl's life beca completely dark, only lighted by perhaps Carlia, who kept forming in her mind. The coldness there dealt with the outside world, while Carl beca the light that hid the darkness. Though in several ways things beca even worse for Carl, her siblings, and stepmothers, having sensed an opportunity, started to act.
They didn't know why the concubine was killed, but now, without her mother by her side, Carl was even more vulnerable. She quickly started to feel the pressure from all around, with certain bullying and a sense of disaster filling her surroundings. Carl could feel her world getting smaller and smaller.
The only thing that barely kept her sanity was the little sister who thought of her as her own—the little sister whose mother had died giving birth and who stayed close to her at all tis. The innocence of her younger sister, Tria, kept Carl moving, but even that couldn't fight against all the malice falling on her.
The world started to narrow around Carl.
'I hate this.....'
'I hate the world.'
'I hate my life.....'
'Why does this stupid love matter so much?'
Questions upon questions filled Carl's mind as the world started to press down upon her, and Carl just wanted to give up. The trauma that was first inflicted on her made it hard for her to even try to get over it, but then the life that Tria brought into her gave her the opportunity to shine forth, to know that she wasn't completely without love.
Locking that feeling away, for the first ti, Carl tried to thrive. Carlia, with her coldness, burst forth then, the brutality erging as Carlia slowly started to gather all the needed power. Influence slowly started to form for Carlia, and as such, the pressure from the palace only tripled.
Anger lood over Carl, and it led her to embrace her whole self. She understood their fears ca from her bloodline; if so, then she would rise to the top. When she reached the top, all those who looked down upon her and tried to harm her would pay a hefty price. Thus, with the protection of the Empire and a will to thrive, Carl slowly started to get stronger and stronger.
Her powers and connections grew at a rate that none around her could stop. It was a straight growth, a rise that nobody could do anything about. It seed that everything would go well for her, that is until Carl turned 13 years old.
'This mory, please don't let see it!'
The phantom Carl, watching it all, seed to beg, but no one seed to hear her, as her second trauma ca into being. The one that led to her mories being lost. The truth inches away from her, yet it only made Carl fear what she might see. Going back to face and seeing her trauma again was not sothing she knew she could handle.
Thus, the story of 13-year-old Carl started to play out. At this ti, it almost beca sure that she would be the crown princess, with nothing able to stop her from perhaps being the next ruler. The current Carl and Carlia both believed that there wasn't a need for any manly love in their life.
Their disdain for it was ever-present, with her followers being Nix and lvin, the two future Dukes who perhaps provided the strongest support for her. Yet, at this juncture, they were just followers to her, the prospect of being friends with them, much less becoming best friends, being sothing unthinkable to the current Carl and Carlia.
The two of them knew keenly that Nix and lvin held certain feelings of expectation towards her, perhaps even dreaming of being the next consort Emperor by marrying her. Thus, she kept the two of them at arm's length, maintaining a more professional relationship.
'This is painful.'
Knowing what is to happen, after already feeling the betrayal of the two guys, only made the feelings within Carl even more complex. Yet, despite her pleas, the scene continued to play.
....
"Miss, you have a eting today."
Carl's eyes turned towards her nanny, one of her most trusted workers, one who had been with her since her mother had died. Thus, the coldness in Carlia's eyes softened slightly as she responded.
"Then let's head out."
With those words, Carlia walked with precision and coldness through the hallways of the palace. The once vibrant floors she ran through with happiness, she now walked with apathy, her steps resounding as swarms of security surrounded her. Powerful warriors and servants were all around Carl as she walked to the outside of the palace.
As she kept walking, her gaze landed upon one of her siblings, the 2nd Prince, who was leading in the race for the throne. Carlia's eyes flashed with disdain and anger as she walked past him and his entourage, her words filling his ears.
"Your days are numbered."
Her words were a declaration as she left the palace. Carlia entered the carriage prepared for her, with her nanny following suit. The carriage soon set off from the palace, surrounded by several powerful servants and soldiers. The entourage moved through the capital, with Carlia leaning in comfort as she looked out into the world.
"Everything looks peaceful outside of the palace."
Carl, back in control, murmured, the coldness receding. To her words, her nanny smiled, though her eyes seed to hold so sadness. After a few seconds, it happened. The illusory Carl and Carlia both looked down at the scene with dread as suddenly, the nanny, with so old grey hair, spoke to the sitting Carl.
"My child, I'm sorry."
"Nanny, what do you an?"
Carl asked, sensing a sudden change in the atmosphere. Her gaze trembled as it landed on the magic circle that had been drawn on the floor of the carriage. The betrayal in Carl's eyes was ever-present as it lit up before she could react.
"I will be paying for this with my life....."
Those were the last words Carl heard before she was taken away from the carriage. The world turned black for her, and for Carl and Carlia, the scene ended there.
'It still hurts.'
'Yes, it does.'
Carlia replied to Carl's thoughts, the two of them clutching their hearts with the pain of betrayal. The fact that this ca from the person they trusted most added extre trauma to Carl's mind. The reason was that the nanny had belonged to the 2nd Prince since the beginning but had chosen to stay with Carl as she grew up.
It would have been fine if the nanny's secret husband and child hadn't been kept under the knife by the 2nd Prince, which led to Carl being taken and transported to one of the most dangerous areas of her Empire, close to the capital. The betrayal ca as a knife deep within her mind, leading to several thoughts.
'There is no true love....'
'There is no true loyalty...'
'Everyone stays with for sothing.....'
'No one would suffer for or with ......'
'In the end, all I've got is myself.....'
'Love from a man is useless....'
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