Duke Daughter's Becomes A Hunter

Pathetic Life

I was thrown into the prison.

Has everyone lost their sanity? How can I poison the Queen? Such treason, I won’t commit even in my dreams. But no one believes me. Just because those words came out of the Queen’s mouth, I became a criminal.

The guard, with a scar on his right eye, took me to my prison cell. I’d stay there until tomorrow and then, I would be taken to be executed.

I walked in the dark underground basement with many thick iron doors around me. This was my first time here. Normally, one needs the permission of the royalty to enter here. But if he is criminal, he doesn’t even need that.

The guard stopped in front of a metal door. He took out a key, hanging around his belt and inserted into the keyhole. Then he removed my handcuffs and pushed me inside. I fell on the ground when I heard the door shut with a thud.

I sighed.

I cannot even get angry at him. At least he tried to show his rudeness physically. Not like some people, who would rather prefer to ignore me. I am so pitiful. I feel grateful for such treatment.

I stood up and brushed my dress.

When I looked up, I saw another girl looking at me curiously. Even though she wore a ragged dirty dress, I can still say she is beautiful. If she had dressed properly, she may look much prettier than Charlotte. With her silver hair and sharp nose, and her purple eyes looked just like a rare magical crystal that nobles buy in auction house to show their wealth.

I realized a minute later that I was blankly staring at her.

“I am sorry for my rudeness” I said immediately.

“Are you a noble?” she asked.

“I am Amelia Emma Winfred” I said as I formally bowed, spreading my skirt with my two hands, “it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

Normally, there was no need for me to formally introduce myself to the commoners. But I had a gut feeling when I saw her that I should. Maybe I had already realized that we are of same class, the criminal class.

Did I call myself a criminal? Ugh…I’m so pathetic.

 “You are a Winfred?” she asked suspiciously.

“Um…yes” I said.

“So, what is a Winfred doing in the prison?” she asked as if she was teasing me.

I’m fine. I said to myself.

Ugh…what sin did I commit in my previous life that I got such a pathetic life? Even the stranger looks down on me.

“It’s a very long story.”

“Would you mind telling me?”

“Will you listen me?”

“Yes, if you want me to listen.”

I was surprised for some time. Normally, no one listens to me. Be it the nobles from my family or other family or servants working under me. The nobles don’t approach me because of their pride and speak ill on my face about my unknown origins while the servants think I do not possess any right to order them.

This is the first time I met someone who wants to listen to me.

I said her my entire story. From start till end. I don’t know why. Maybe I want someone to believe me. Or maybe I really want to share my feelings with someone. Some who will listen to me sincerely. Someone with whom I cam tell my truest feeling. Even if it’s a stranger, I stopped minding.

 When I speak with Charlotte, I kept my guards up and spoke carefully, but to this girl I didn’t even mind to criticize the Winfred family and all those nobles and servants. I even scolded the guard who brought me here. I guess I want to really let go of my bottled-up hatred before my death.

I stopped when we heard the knock from the door. The door opened and a lady brought lunch for us. She glared at me from top to bottom with hateful look as she handed me my lunch. I ignored. This isn’t the first getting this sort of look. I unwrapped my lunch after she left, it was a bread as hard as stone. My jaws pained as I chewed it. That was when a thought crossed my mind.

“Are you thinking something?” my prison mate asked.

“Yes. When that lady glared at me, I did not feel anything. But why would she give me such a hateful glare? Because I am someone who tried to kill their beloved Queen. I am not just a normal criminal. But someone who betrayed this kingdom for my own jealousy. Then shouldn’t I be put in some isolated prison with my hands and legs cuffed with chains. Am I not a VIP criminal?”

“Maybe because all the VIP prisons are filled, so you are put in normal prison.”

“What? Are there really so many criminals in this kingdom?”

“Not criminals. But hunters. They feel you are less threatening than them.”

“Why hunters?”

I looked at her. It was then it strike me that I didn’t even ask her name. I was so involved telling my tragedy life, that I forget to ask her name. But shouldn’t she at least take an initiative for introducing herself?

“Tell me your story since you listened mine” I said her.

“Sorry for not introducing myself” she said as if she suddenly remembered, “You are a Winfred so I let my guards up. But after listening your story, I think that you hate them much more than I do”.

“I hate them millions of times more then they hate me. Why do they hate me? Just because I took my sister’s place. Just because I’m lower than them but still dare to sit with them. I hate them because they made me suffer. Because they made me cry thousands of tears. Because they hated me for such silly reasons. And because they used me as their puppet. Because they made me an abandoned puppet who would die tomorrow for their selfishness. Because I have become their sacrificial lamb. I hate them for not treating me with respect. For not treating me as a human. For hurting my feelings and affections. I hate them because even after all this, they are laughing at me.”

“Will you take revenge on them?”

“How can I? But I do wish for their fall. I do wish for them to suffer same fate as mine.”

“You want revenge” she concluded.

“You can say that. Forget about me. Tell me about you.”

“My name is Isle. I am a hunter” she said with a smile.

Is this the first time I saw her smile?