Mara sat alone in the dark chamber, the rejected version of her story still glowing red with spite. Her once-obsessed love for Prince Xavier had become a poison—twisting her heart into a root of envy.
The magical book she discovered—The Jealous Flower—started writing on its own.
“She was supposed to be the forgotten one…
Not the star. Not the light. Not the princess worth remembering
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Her own emotions had birthed a cursed manuscript. And now it was writing her fate.
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In the main palace halls, Gerah was being fitted for her first public event as a royal—an official tea ceremony to honor her contribution to the kingdom's peace. But something felt off.
Anya, her maid, noticed.
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“You look… like you're waiting for a storm.”
Gerah nodded slowly.
“Because I can feel one coming.”
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Prince Xavier stayed close, silent as usual—but his eyes kept watching the sky. A strange cloud was forming—dark violet, swirling with ink-like tendrils.
“Someone’s rewriting again,” he said under his breath.
“But this time, it’s not you.”
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Meanwhile, Jiru and Dahlia were helping train the newly awakened side characters. The once-forgotten kitchen crew and castle staff now learned how to defend themselves—emotionally and physically. For the first time, they felt part of something bigger.
Dahlia caught Jiru smiling at her mid-swing with a wooden sword.
What?” she asked, blushing.
“Nothing,” he said, lowering his sword. “Just... this world’s more exciting when you're not just part of the background.”
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Back in Mara’s tower, her book began to crack open. A black rose grew out of its pages, blooming slowly—its petals whispering hateful lines.
“Take it back,” the flower whispered.
“Take your place. Take everything she has.”
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The next day at the royal ceremony, everything was perfect… until Mara arrived—wearing a black gown with rose-shaped embroidery, her eyes cold and distant.
She smiled at Gerah.
“Congratulations, Your Highness,” she said. “Shall were who really deserves the spotlight?”
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And then—
The sky split open.
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