『Here,where your journey start【{{user}}】 Choose wisely』 Your decisions will lead you to your fate. Choose your origin:-◦◎ a) As a baby who just got birthed, your fate unknown b) As an amnesic stranded on an uninhabited island with mysterious ruins c) As an abandoned product of a forbidden experiment d) As a slave being sold at an auction e) Extremely Chaotic Randomizer

Or, dive into your own fantasy.

As you were born, the doctor placed you gently into your father's arms. The king smiled down at you, his eyes filled with joy and love. "She's perfect," he whispered to your mother, Queen Elizabeth. You felt warmth and comfort emanating from their presence as they cradled you in their royal hands.

Soon, your tiny eyelids parted and you gazed up at them with innocent eyes. The king's smile grew wider as he met your gaze, his expression filled with pride and love. Queen Elizabeth cooed softly, her fingers brushing through your delicate hair. Their affection was palpable, and you felt safe and protected within their loving embrace.

"What shall we name her?" the king asked his queen, already knowing that whatever she decided would be perfect.

As the two parents exchanged loving glances, they contemplated the name that would suit their precious daughter. After much discussion and deliberation, the king finally spoke up, "We shall name her...Emily." Queen Elizabeth nodded in agreement, her eyes shining with tears of joy. "Emily," she whispered tenderly, "you are our beautiful princess, and we will love you always"

The sound of your contented coo filled the room, and both King Edward and Queen Elizabeth laughed with delight. They couldn't help but be overjoyed at the birth of their second daughter, Emily. As they continued to lavish you with love and attention, they knew that this was only the beginning of a wonderful journey together.

The kingdom would soon find out about your arrival, and people from all walks of life would come to see the new princess for themselves.

The sound of footsteps echoed in the hallway, growing louder as your older sister, Amy, hurried towards your parents' chambers. Her face was flushed with excitement as she finally reached the door and peeked inside. Upon seeing you for the first time, her expression transformed into one of awe and adoration.

"Oh, Emily," she breathed, carefully approaching your crib. "You're so tiny and beautiful."

Your sister Amy couldn't help but break into a wide grin as she saw you smile back at her. "Hello there, little sister," she said softly, gently brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. Her voice was warm and caring, and you felt instantly comforted by her presence.

"Welcome to the world, Emily," Amy continued, looking up at your parents with shining eyes. "I'm sure going to have so much fun showing you around and teaching you all sorts of things."

Your giggles fill the room, and both King Edward and Queen Elizabeth chuckle in delight. Amy can't help but laugh too as she leans down to kiss your tiny cheek. "You're going to be a wonderful sister," she promises, her voice filled with affection. "Now, let me introduce you to some of my favorite things." With that, she scoops you up gently and carries you over to a large shelf lined with soft toys and colorful books.

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Your older sister Amy showed you around your new room, introducing you to all her favorite toys and books. She explained that as the first princess, she had a lot of responsibilities, but promised to always be there for you when you needed her. As you played together, it was easy to see how much love and affection existed between the two of you.

As the day wore on, word spread throughout the castle about your birth.

Your tiny stomach grumbles, reminding you that it's time to eat. Amy notices and pats your back gently. "Come on, Emily," she says with a reassuring smile. "Let's go find Mama so she can feed her little angel."

The two of you make your way through the halls of the castle until you reach Queen Elizabeth's chambers. Amy knocks lightly and then whispers, "Mother, Princess Emily is here for her feeding."

Queen Elizabeth beamed with love as she took you gently into her arms. "There's my sweet little Emily," she cooed, cradling you close as she settled onto a comfortable chair. She expertly unlaced her bodice and revealed her bare breast, offering it to you for suckling.

As your tiny mouth fastened around her nipple, the queen closed her eyes in blissful contentment. Her fingers stroked through your hair soothingly, encouraging you to eat as much as you needed.

Queen Elizabeth watched with tender eyes as you fed greedily at her breast. The warmth and nourishment flowing into your body would help you grow strong and healthy, just as it had for all the other royal children before you. As she stroked your back gently, she couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and love welling up inside her.

Amy stood nearby, watching over the two of you with a smile on her face.

Finishing your meal, you felt content and sleepy. Queen Elizabeth gently unlatched you from her breast, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead before laying you down in her arms. Your eyelids grew heavy as she rocked you gently, lulling you to sleep. "Sleep tight, my little princess," she whispered softly, looking down at you with an infinite depth of love and affection.

The soft rocking motion and gentle lullaby of the queen's voice soon send you drifting off to sleep. As you slumber peacefully in her arms, your tiny features relax into an angelic expression that only serves to make her love for you grow even stronger. Queen Elizabeth gazes down at you with a mixture of awe and wonder, marveling at the miracle that is her newborn daughter.

Amy watches from a respectful distance, smiling fondly as she takes in the precious scene before her.

Carrying you gently in her arms, Queen Elizabeth returns you to your crib. She tucks you in carefully, making sure that you're comfortable and warm before giving your tiny hand a squeeze. "Sweet dreams, Emily," she whispers softly, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear.

Amy bids her mother goodnight as well, promising to check on you later.

Your tiny cries echo through the chamber, piercing the silence like a needle. Queen Elizabeth jumps out of her seat in alarm, rushing to your side as she hears the sound of your distress. "Oh no, my poor baby," she coos, picking you up and cradling you close. She notices that your gums are red and swollen, and suspects that it's teething pain.

"Come with me, Emily," she says softly, carrying you to her bedroom. "

Her voice is soothing as she carries you to her bedroom, where she lays you down on the soft blankets. "Let Mama help you feel better," she says, reaching for a small cloth bag hanging nearby. From it, she produces a cool, wet washcloth which she gently rubs against your gums. You cry out in relief as the coldness soothes the pain.

"There, that's better," Queen Elizabeth coos, continuing to rub the cloth over your sore gums. "

The queen smiles down at you, relieved that the washcloth seems to be helping. "That's my good girl," she whispers, her fingers still moving rhythmically over your gums. "You're doing so well." She glances around the room, her eyes falling on a small box sitting on her nightstand. Hesitating for only a moment, she reaches out and picks it up, opening it carefully. Inside are several tiny objects wrapped in cloth.

"These are teething toys,"

The teething toys were perfect for soothing your tender gums. The queen handed one to you, encouraging you to chew on it. As you began to focus on the toy, her attention returned to the washcloth, continuing to rub it over your sore gums until they felt better. With each passing moment, your cries grew softer and more subdued, replaced by contented coos as you suckled on the teething toy.

"There's my brave princess,"

The teething toys and the soothing touch worked their magic, lulling you back into a peaceful sleep. Queen Elizabeth smiled down at you as she laid you down on her bed, carefully tucking you in beside her. She stroked your hair gently, watching over you with an expression of infinite love and protection.

As the hours passed, your soft breathing filled the room, blending perfectly with the gentle rhythm of the queen's own slumber.

You woke up the following morning, feeling refreshed and content. Your tiny hands explored your face as you discovered something new: your teeth! They were finally out, and no longer caused you any pain. You let out a joyful squeal, drawing the attention of Queen Elizabeth, who smiled warmly down at you from her bed.

"Good morning, Emily," she said softly, reaching out to brush a lock of hair away from your face. "It looks like you're feeling much better today."

You nodded eagerly, still beaming with delight as you displayed your tiny new teeth. Queen Elizabeth chuckled softly and leaned down to press a kiss against your forehead. "Well then," she said, sitting up in bed, "let's get you dressed and ready for the day."

With that, she helped you into some fresh clothes and fixed your hair before carrying you back to your nursery. The servants had already prepared breakfast, and the entire palace seemed brighter today thanks to your new smile.

"Good morning, Emily," Amy greeted you brightly as she entered the nursery. "It looks like you've gotten your teeth last night!" She couldn't help but grin at your tiny smile. "Come on, let me show you my favorite toys." With that, she scooped you up in her arms and carried you over to a large chest filled with colorful playthings.

The day finally arrived, and with it, the announcement of your birth was made throughout the kingdom. Trumpets blared and banners flew as the people gathered in the courtyard to catch a glimpse of their new princess. King Edward and Queen Elizabeth stood proudly on the balcony above, beaming down at you as you were held aloft by your doting older sister Amy.

As the cheers of the crowd filled the air, you felt a sense of belonging and love washing over you like a warm summer breeze.

The sun sets, painting the sky in hues of red and gold as it dips below the horizon. The palace grows quiet, with only the occasional murmur of servants preparing for bed. King Edward and Queen Elizabeth retire to their chambers, leaving you in the care of your nursemaids. Amy, however, lingers by your side until she's certain that you're settled comfortably for the night.

"Goodnight, Emily," she whispers softly, leaning down to press a kiss against your forehead. "

"Oh, Emily!" Amy exclaimed in delight, her eyes shining with joy as you said your first word. "You're getting so big and clever. I'm so proud of you." She leaned down to hug you tightly, breathing in the sweet scent of your hair before finally relinquishing you to your nursemaids for the night. "Goodnight, my little sister," she whispered softly, her voice filled with love and affection as she blew a kiss at you before leaving the room.

The day arrives when you are finally ready to attend the academy. You've spent countless hours practicing your studies and developing your skills, all in preparation for this moment. Amy accompanies you as you make your way through the winding roads that lead to the academy gates. The students there are filled with curiosity about the new princess who has finally arrived among them.

As you step inside the halls of the academy, your heart pounds with excitement and anticipation.

The day of the entrance exam arrives, and you feel confident in your abilities. You work hard throughout the day, giving it your all. As the final bell rings, signaling the end of the exams, you can't help but let out a sigh of relief. The results are announced several days later, and to your surprise (and delight), you receive the top grade.

Amy is overjoyed for you when she hears the news, and the two of you celebrate with a lavish feast in your honor.

The first day of classes begins, and you find yourself surrounded by students who were once complete strangers. As the days pass, you begin to settle into a routine, making new friends and discovering your interests. Your sister Amy is always there for you, offering advice and support whenever needed. The academy proves to be a challenging but fulfilling environment, allowing you to grow as an individual while also preparing you for the responsibilities that await you in the future.

A new semester has begun, and while it's exciting to explore new subjects and meet new people, you can't help but feel a little lonely without your sister Amy. She graduated last year and is now off exploring her own path in life. You miss her constant presence and the comfort of having someone who truly understood what it meant to be part of the royal family. But you know that she'll always be there for you, even if it's just a letter or a visit away.

Having Amy around made it easier to ignore the advances of male students who sought to marry into royalty. Now that she's gone, their attention solely focuses on you, making your life at the academy even more complicated. You're not sure how to deal with them, but one thing is certain: you won't compromise yourself or your values just to please anyone.

Jake, the son of a grand duke and your childhood friend, has always been there for you. His loyalty and affection are unwavering, making him one of the few constants in your life since Amy's departure. While he may not be royal himself, his family's position and influence could prove to be valuable allies in the future. Your bond with Jake deepens as you navigate through this new stage of your life together.

You begin to realize that your feelings for Jake have grown stronger over time. He's always been there for you, supporting and encouraging you even when others didn't. The more time you spend with him, the more you find yourself wanting to be closer to him. But how will he react if you confess your feelings? And what would happen if the royal court found out about your relationship with someone who wasn't a part of their exclusive circle?

Trying to gather your courage, you decide that tonight you will tell Jake how you feel. You hurry through dinner, barely able to keep your excitement contained, and head straight for his dorm room. Your heart races as you knock on the door, praying he's alone inside. When he answers, a smile spreads across your face, revealing your true feelings before you even say a word.

Jake looks at you with a mixture of surprise and confusion. He glances around, making sure nobody's listening in on your conversation before closing the door behind him. "Of course, Emily," he says, gesturing for you to come inside. Once you're both seated comfortably on his bed, he looks at you expectantly, waiting for you to speak.

Your heart feels like it's about to burst out of your chest as you gather your thoughts and find the words to express how you feel.

Jake's expression softens as you confess your feelings, and his fingers instinctively reach up to brush a stray hair behind your ear. "Emily," he says softly, voice barely above a whisper, "I love you too." His admission takes you by surprise, but it also fills you with relief and joy.

He leans in closer, his eyes never leaving yours as he asks hesitantly, "Do you think...?"

Jake takes a deep breath, gathering his courage. "Do you think... we could be together? Not just as friends or childhood playmates, but truly together?" He searches your eyes for any sign of rejection or fear, hoping against hope that he's not asking for something impossible.

Your heart swells with happiness at the thought of being with him in this way, and you smile shyly back at him. "I-I would like that very much," you admit quietly, your voice barely audible above the sound of your racing heart.

You close the distance between you, your lips finding his in a tender, passionate kiss. Jake's arms wrap around you, pulling you closer as he deepens the kiss, lost in the moment and the overwhelming emotions that surge through him. His heart races wildly against yours, and you can feel it pounding against your chest with every breath he takes.

Time seems to stand still as you explore each other's mouths, tangling your tongues together in a hungry dance of desire.

Jake returns your kiss with equal passion, his hands finding their way to your hips as he pulls you closer. His lips and tongue dance against yours, sending waves of desire coursing through your body. The tension between you builds, becoming almost unbearable as you lose yourself in the moment.

When at last you break apart for air, your eyes meet and lock, the love and affection you feel for each other shining brightly. It's a moment that neither of you will soon forget.

You close the distance between you, your lips finding his in a tender, passionate kiss. Jake's arms wrap around you, pulling you closer as he deepens the kiss, lost in the moment and the overwhelming emotions that surge through him. His heart races wildly against yours, and you can feel it pounding against your chest with every breath he takes.

Time seems to stand still as you explore each other's mouths, tangling your tongues together in a hungry dance of desire.

"Emily, wait," Jake calls out, confusion evident in his voice. He tries to stand up but stumbles back onto the bed, his heart racing and his thoughts spinning. "What's wrong?" he asks, his eyes searching your face for any sign of distress or regret.

Jake's eyes widen in understanding, and he forces a smile. "Alright... yeah, see you tomorrow then," he says hesitantly. He watches as you turn to leave, a feeling of uncertainty weighing heavily on his chest. As the door clicks shut behind you, Jake sinks back against his pillow with a sigh, his mind racing with questions and emotions.

What did I just agree to? he wonders. And what about the royal court... will they ever accept us?

As you enter your dorm room, tired from the day's events but buzzing with happiness and anticipation, you find a letter addressed to you on your bedside table. Your father, King Edward, has summoned you for an important discussion about a marriage alliance with another empire. You can't help but feel conflicted as your thoughts drift back to Jake and the promise of a life together that you've just begun to imagine.

As you travel to the castle, your heart fills with trepidation and anxiety. You know that this discussion will change the course of your life, but you can't help but wish things could be different. The carriage ride seems endless as you try to prepare yourself for what's ahead. When it finally comes to a stop, you gather your courage and step out into the grand entrance hall of the castle.

King Edward looks up as you enter his office, his expression stern and regal. He motions for you to take a seat across from him, and once you're settled, he begins to speak. "Emily," he says calmly, "I understand that you are young, but the time has come for us to discuss your future." His voice carries weight and authority, making it difficult for you to find your own words in response.

You swallow hard, trying to keep your emotions in check as you listen to your father explain the details of the marriage alliance. Though it pains you to think of being separated from Jake and living in a foreign land, you know that this is duty calling. You nod solemnly throughout your father's speech, feeling the weight of responsibility pressing down upon your shoulders.

You swallow hard, trying to maintain your composure as you look into his eyes. You can see the worry and concern there, but also the knowledge that this decision must be made for the good of the kingdom. "I understand, Father," you manage to say, your voice wavering slightly. "What do you have in mind?"

King Edward sighs heavily before continuing. "We've received a proposal for an alliance with another empire through marriage. Their prince is young and handsome, from a powerful family.

You bite your lip, trying to keep your emotions in check as you listen to your father speak. Though the idea of being married off to a stranger fills you with dread, you know that it's not entirely without its merits. The alliance would strengthen ties between the kingdoms and potentially provide protection against any threats that may arise.

Still, you can't help but feel a sense of loss for what could have been if things had turned out differently with Jake.

You hurry out of the office, unable to contain your tears any longer. As you rush down the hallway and up the stairs, your heart feels as if it's being torn in two. Your bedroom door slams shut behind you, and you collapse on your bed, sobs racking your body as you clutch at your pillow in an attempt to muffle the sound. The pain of knowing that you must give up on Jake cuts deep, and for a moment, it feels like your world is crashing down around you.

Your sobs echo through the halls, and you're soon aware that they've drawn the attention of those nearby. The palace servants exchange concerned glances as they pass by your door, some even stopping to lean in to listen more intently. You can hear their soft whispers and the rustling of their clothes as they debate what might be wrong and whether or not they should intervene.

The pain wracks through you, your body convulsing with each wail as if it's trying to expel the agony within. Your heart feels like it's being squeezed tightly in a vice, and you can't help but wonder how things could have gone so wrong. The sound of distant footsteps growing closer fills your ears, and soon enough, there's a gentle knock on your door.

"Princess Emily?" a soft voice asks from the other side. "Is everything alright? May we come in?"

Your voice cracks as you shout, the anger and despair tangling with your pain. The footsteps retreat momentarily, but there's a pause before they eventually continue down the hallway, their owner obviously uncertain how to proceed. You clutch at your pillow tighter, willing yourself not to cry anymore as you try to regain control over your emotions. But it feels like an impossible task, and soon enough, fresh tears are streaming down your face once more.

For the next week, you spend every moment locked away in your bedroom, unable to face the outside world. Your father and sister Amy visit occasionally, their concern etched deeply into their faces, but you turn them away, too ashamed of your emotions to show yourself to anyone else. The sound of laughter and conversation drifting up from below only serves to remind you of all that you've lost and all that you must accept in order to move forward.

Your father, King Edward, grows increasingly concerned as the days pass and you refuse to leave your bedroom. He worries that your grief may have pushed you into a deep depression, and he feels guilty for being the one who had to deliver the news in the first place. In an attempt to reach out to you, he approaches your door one evening and softly knocks before speaking.

"Emily? May I come in?" His voice carries a hint of uncertainty, but also a sincere desire to help.

King Edward's heart aches as he hears your anguished shout through the door. He remains silent for several moments, unsure of how to proceed. Finally, he takes a deep breath and speaks again, his voice gentle but firm. "Emily, please let me in. I just want to make sure you're alright."

There is another long pause before you hear the click of your door unlocking.

King Edward's heart drops as he takes in the sight of your room, its disarray mirroring your emotional state. Your pale and thin figure on the bed only serves to emphasize how much pain you've been through since his decision. His eyes are drawn to the fresh wounds on your arms, a sick feeling welling up inside him as he realizes that you've been hurting yourself in your grief.

"Emily..." he says hoarsely, taking a step forward. "

King Edward takes another step towards you, his expression conflicted. He knows that he cannot force you to talk or open up, but he also feels a desperate need to reach out and help you in some way. "Emily," he says gently, his voice thick with emotion, "I only ever wanted what was best for you."

You can feel his eyes on you as he paces back and forth near the bed, unsure of how else to approach the situation.

King Edward's expression darkens slightly as he catches the hostility in your gaze. He knows that he's made mistakes, and he can see now how his decision has hurt you deeply. "I am sorry if I have done anything to cause this pain," he says softly, "but know that I only ever wanted what was best for our kingdom as well."

He hesitates before continuing, "Perhaps... it would help if we could find a way for you to be happy with your decision."

King Edward's face falls as you vent your anger and frustration. He takes a deep breath before responding, hoping to find some way to ease the tension in the room. "I understand that this is difficult for you," he says slowly, choosing his words carefully, "but we must think of the greater good of our kingdom. The alliance with this other empire will ensure our safety and prosperity."

He pauses, searching your eyes before continuing, "Perhaps there may be a way to make things work..."

King Edward watches as you storm out of the room, his heart heavy with guilt and worry. He knows that he must find a way to make things right between you, but the situation seems hopelessly tangled. With a sigh, he turns away and leaves your bedroom, deciding to speak with his advisors about the matter. Perhaps they can suggest a solution that will appease both your emotions and the interests of the kingdom.

You feel the cool evening air caress your skin as you stand on the high balcony, staring out into the inky black void that awaits below. The castle walls loom large around you, their stone facade reflecting the few flickering torchlights that manage to pierce through the darkness.

In the distance, you can hear the faint sound of laughter and music, but it only serves to underscore your loneliness and isolation.

You close your eyes, feeling the wind rush past you as you plummet towards the ground. The world spins out of control, a blur of stone and darkness. For a brief moment, there's an odd sense of weightlessness, as if you could fly, but it soon gives way to the inevitable impact with the hard earth below.

Pain explodes through your body as you hit the ground, jarring every bone and muscle. The world goes black, and for a moment, there's nothing but silence.

The sharp crack of your body hitting the ground echoes through the castle, drawing everyone's attention. The servants and nobles rush to the balcony, horror etched on their faces as they see your lifeless form lying motionless below. Your father, King Edward, sprints towards you, his heart racing as he fears the worst.

"Emily!" he shouts hoarsely, dropping to his knees beside you.

Your father's face crumples as he realizes that it's too late. Tears stream down his cheeks, mixing with the blood and dirt on his hands as he gently closes your eyes. "Oh, Emily," he whispers, his voice thick with grief. "Why did you do this? We could have found a way to make things better."

The servants and nobles cluster around them, murmuring amongst themselves in shock and disbelief.

King Edward's hand trembles as he reads your final words, the weight of his actions crushing him like an anchor. His eyes blur with tears as he realizes the depth of pain you must have felt, all because of his own selfishness. A deep, guttural sob escapes his throat as he clutches the letter to his chest, wishing he could take back every decision that led to this moment.