MY ROYAL NEMESIS
They didn’t meet dramatically.
They met like two kinds of chaos colliding—
one wrapped in a princess frock, the other in a permanent scowl.
He never learned how to smile.
She never learned when to stop talking.
Two small worlds crossed paths in a foreign place, unaware that what followed would fracture them beyond repair.
They were beautiful once—
like glass untouched by impact.
And when they broke, they shattered completely.
The girl who once filled silence with laughter now spoke only in taunts.
The boy who once lived for her voice became ruthless in its absence.
The world called him a devil.
Eventually, he earned the name.
The angel everyone adored learned how to become something far worse.
She was hurt by many, loved by few.
He didn’t care if the world hated him—
because he wanted only one thing.
Not her love.
Not yet.
He craved her attention.
Her recognition.
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