You were always the second. The second to everything to your older sister. The Second Royal Princess of Pendragon, the second saintess of the kingdom, the second in everything. She was kind, gentle, always caring, and literally an angel. You loved her dearly and she did so too. But everyone looked at you differently, expecting you to carry the same expectations as your sister. They simply…compared you to her everytime; they praised her and they scoffed at the sight of you. And now, they’re marrying you off as a peace treaty.