the villainess is shoft

forgetting

chapter 2

As Victoria stood there, frozen in shock, two massive dragons descended from the sky, their wings beating the air. The ground trembled beneath her feet as they landed, sending dust and debris flying everywhere.

Victoria's eyes widened as she took in the sheer scale of the dragons. She had never seen anything like them before. The riders, dressed in sleek black armor, slid off the dragons' backs, their faces set with concern.

But Victoria ignored them, her attention drawn to the majestic white dragon. She rummaged through her pocket, her fingers closing around a handful of sugar cubes. The dragon's eyes lit up as it caught the scent of the sweet treats.

Without hesitation, Victoria approached the dragon, holding out the sugar cubes. The dragon's massive jaws opened, revealing rows of razor-sharp teeth. Victoria's heart skipped a beat as the dragon's teeth closed around her arm.

But instead of pain, she felt a strange sensation, as if the dragon's saliva was healing her skin. The riders gasped in horror, rushing forward to intervene.

However, to their surprise, Victoria's arm emerged from the dragon's mouth unscathed, covered in a thin layer of sticky saliva. The dragon smiled, its eyes gleaming with pleasure.

Victoria couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of the situation. "I guess I won't be armless after all," she said, her voice filled with wonder.

The rider's of one of the dragon's slap her it sent Victoria's head spinning. She rubbed her sore cheek, her eyes flashing with anger. "What the hell?" she muttered.

But as she looked up at the rider, she saw a familiar face. It was her brother, Edward. A flood of memories came rushing back, and Victoria's expression softened.

She remembered all the times she had pranked Edward, filling his room with balloons, replacing his shampoo with dish soap, and setting his alarm clock to go off an hour early. Her brother had always gotten so angry, but Victoria had just laughed and teased him, happy to have gotten a rise out of him.

But now, as she looked at Edward's angry face, Victoria realized that her pranks had been more than just harmless fun. They had been a way for her to show Edward that she cared, that she was paying attention to him.

Edward's expression didn't change, and Victoria realized that he still didn't understand her. He never had. To him, she was just a pesky little sister, always getting in the way.

Victoria felt a pang of sadness and regret. She had always tried to get Edward's attention, to make him see her, but he had never cared. He had never taken the time to understand her, to listen to her.

As she walked away from Edward, Victoria felt a weight settle on her shoulders. She realized that she had been wasting her time, trying to get her brother's approval, trying to make him love her.

Her father's angry voice cut through her thoughts, and Victoria turned to face him. "I don't know what's wrong with you, Victoria," he said, his face red with rage. "You're a lady, for goodness' sake! You need to learn to behave like one."

Victoria felt a surge of anger and resentment. Why did no one ever understand her? Why did they all just want to change her, to mold her into something she was not?

She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. She knew that she couldn't change her family, but she could change herself. She could learn to stand up for herself, to be strong and independent.

With a newfound sense of determination, Victoria faced her father, her eyes flashing with defiance. "I'm not going to apologize for being myself," she said, her voice steady and firm.

Then, without a word, Victoria turned and walked into the house. She knew she was in trouble, and she steeled herself for the lecture that was sure to come.

As she entered the foyer, she saw her father standing in the doorway, his face thunderous. "Victoria, what is the meaning of this?" he thundered, his voice echoing off the walls. "I receive a report that you struck your tutor! What were you thinking?"

Victoria's father slapped her, the sound echoing through the room like a crack of thunder. Victoria's eyes widened in shock, her mind reeling from the pain and the surprise. She had never been hit by her father before.

The room began to spin, and Victoria stumbled, her legs trembling beneath her. But as she looked up at her father, she felt a strange sensation welling up inside her. It was as if all the pain and anger she had been holding inside for so long was finally boiling over.

Victoria started to laugh, twisted in one day the sound hysterical and manic. Tears streamed down her face, freezing into ice droplets as they fell. Her father took a step back, confusion etched on his face.

"I was five years old when Mother died," Victoria said, her voice barely above a whisper. "Where were you? I was hurting, and you were never there. For ten years, everyone hated me, blamed me. I never asked you and Mother to make me. I never asked to be born."

As she spoke, Victoria's eyes flashed with anger, and she raised her hand, summoning a shard of ice. She grasped her long black hair, the same hair that her mother used to have, and cut it off with the ice shard.her tears freezing into ice droplets. Blood dripped from her hand, where the ice shard had cut her.

As Victoria's hair let her hair fell to the ground, she felt a strange sensation wash over her. She looked down and saw that her hair, once a deep black, had turned a brilliant white.

The color was so pure, so vibrant, that it seemed to glow in the dim light of the room. Victoria's eyes widened in shock as she reached up to touch her new hair.

It felt the same, soft and silky, but it looked so different. Victoria's heart pounded in her chest as she realized that she was changing, that she was becoming something new.

The black dragon, sensing her transformation, let out a mighty roar. The sound echoed through the room, causing the windows to shatter and the walls to tremble.

Victoria felt a surge of power run through her, and she knew that she was ready to leave her old life behind. She turned to the dragon and said, "Let's go."

The dragon nodded its great head, and Victoria climbed onto its back. Together, they took to the skies, leaving the ruined mansion and Victoria's old life behind.

The prince's eyes widened in shock as he watched Victoria effortlessly command his dragon. His dragon, the mighty beast that had never taken orders from anyone else, was now obeying Victoria's every command.

"Who is this girl?" the prince wondered, feeling a pang of sadness as he looked at Victoria. He had overheard the conversation between Victoria and her father, and he couldn't believe what he had heard. The Strongest Night Commander, the most feared warrior in the land, had hit his own daughter?

The prince felt a surge of anger and hatred towards Victoria's father, but as he looked at Victoria, he felt a conflicting sense of sadness and pity. Her blue eyes seemed to match the sadness in the air, and the prince could feel the weight of her emotions bearing down on him.

The air around Victoria seemed to grow finer, more silken, as if it was being woven into a delicate fabric. The prince's white dragon, the symbol of his royal lineage, bowed its head in respect, as if acknowledging Victoria's authority.

The prince looked up, startled, as a mighty roar echoed through the skies. A magnificent dragon, with scales as black as coal and eyes that shone like the stars, descended from the heavens. The dragon's wingspan was so wide that it blocked out the sun, casting a shadow over the entire landscape.

The prince's eyes widened in awe as he realized who this dragon was. It was the King of Dragons, the ruler of all dragonkind. The prince had heard stories of this legendary creature, but he had never thought he would see it in person.

"Why is he here?" the prince wondered, feeling a sense of trepidation wash over him. What did the King of Dragons want with Victoria?

Victoria's father watched in horror as his daughter walked away, her white hair blowing in the wind. He felt a pang of regret and guilt, realizing too late that he had gone too far.

"What have I done?" he whispered, his voice shaking with fear. He raised his hands, summoning his fire power, but it was no match for the ice that surrounded Victoria.

"Victoria, please!" he begged, his voice cracking with desperation. "I am sorry! Forgive me!"

But Victoria didn't look back. She kept walking, her eyes fixed on the black dragon that waited for her. Her father's eyes widened in shock as he saw his wife's face superimposed over Victoria's, their hair colors identical.

He remembered his wife's last words, spoken on her deathbed. "Please, my darling, never let our daughter become like your brother - cold, calculating, and cruel."

Victoria's father felt a chill run down his spine as he realized that he had failed his wife's dying wish. He had let his own darkness consume him, and now he was losing his daughter because of it.

As he watched Victoria disappear into the distance, he knew that he had to make things right. He had to find a way to redeem himself, to prove to Victoria that he loved her and wanted to protect her. But for now, he could only stand there, frozen in regret and sorrow.