Serenity Redwolf, Twenty years ago, In a noble family, two daughters were born. One was the perfect definition of beauty; every strand of hair seemed blessed with a golden touch, her eyes were blue like the ocean, and her cries sounded like the melody of a new spring. Even the midwife could not help but pause, enchanted by the child’s delicate features, as if she were something divine sent from above. On the other hand, The other daughter weighed almost twelve pounds, with gray eyes and thick black hair. Her cries did not carry softness or charm; instead, they tore through the air like a wail of plague, raw and unsettling, as if the world itself had rejected her existence from the very first breath. The moment the midwife held both daughters, the count, the excellence of a small village, knew who would be prioritized. His gaze lingered on the beautiful child, filled with pride and satisfaction, before shifting to the other with visible disgust. "Throw her away. She will br
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