# Chapter 1: The Forgotten Princess Who Refused to Die
Hello everyone, it's me again! How are you all doing? Today I will continue to walk with you and review Chapter 1 of "Forgotten Wife: Let the Traitors Kneel Down" – a tale of survival, heartbreak, and the quiet strength of a girl who refused to surrender to death. So sit back, settle in, and let me take you through the haunting opening of this incredible story.
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## A Child Abandoned by Those Who Should Have Loved Her
Let me start by painting a picture for you. Imagine a crumbling, abandoned palace at the coldest edge of a kingdom. The winter wind howls through broken windows like a hungry beast. Snow piles up against the walls. And there, huddled alone on a cold bed, is a twelve-year-old girl named Abril – small, fragile, and clinging to life with every last breath she has.
Abril was the firstborn daughter of King Venobich, a cruel and merciless ruler who saw his children as nothing more than tools to serve his ambition. In the kingdom of Laios, the firstborn was meant to inherit the throne regardless of gender. But King Venobich had no intention of allowing a sickly, weak little girl to become his heir. So what did he do? He cast her aside like garbage, sending her to the most remote corner of the palace to die in silence and obscurity.
And yet, against all odds, the little girl lived.
She received only one meal a day. She had no proper clothing to protect her from the biting cold. She had no one to care for her, to comfort her, to even acknowledge her existence. But every single day, through tears and shivering, she repeated the same prayer over and over again:
**"I don't want to die. I don't want to die."**
One day, the maid who brought her daily meal asked her a question that seemed to make perfect sense to everyone else but made no sense to Abril at all:
"Why do you keep wanting to live? Wouldn't it be easier to let yourself die and end all this suffering?"
Abril, then twelve years old, had spent six of those years living through hell itself. But something inside her – a stubborn, unyielding spark – refused to be extinguished. She looked at the maid and asked her own question in return:
"Why don't you throw yourself from the highest tower of this castle?"
The maid gasped, offended. "If I did that, I would die!"
Abril's answer was simple and profound: "You see, just as your life is valuable to you, my life is also valuable to me. So stop asking me to die, because I won't."
She continued eating her soup in silence, finishing every last drop, while the maid stood there stunned by the quiet strength of this forgotten princess.
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## Three More Winters of Suffering
Years passed. Abril spent three more winters in that freezing, isolated existence, whispering her desperate prayer to a sky she could barely see through the grimy windows of her prison:
"Please, God, don't let me die."
Then, on the spring of her fifteenth birthday, everything changed. The servant arrived not with a meager bowl of soup, but with a beautiful dress, exquisite jewelry, and delicate ornaments for her hair. The king – her father – wanted to see her.
You see, it had been nine long years since Abril had last laid eyes on the man who gave her life. Nine years since he had spat those venomous words at her: "I don't need a lame daughter as my heir, so just die already." Those words had become burned into her memory like a brand.
She was given a cold bath that made her whole body shiver. She was dressed in a pristine white gown. The maid adorned her long, curly red hair with flower ornaments and applied light makeup to her face. Finally, she was decorated with a small teardrop-shaped sapphire necklace.
When Abril looked at herself in the cracked mirror of that abandoned room, she could hardly recognize herself. Despite the years of deprivation and neglect, she had grown into a strikingly beautiful young woman. Her reddish hair was like flames, her skin was pale as snow, and her golden eyes shone like the sun itself. Her red lips, soft and delicate, completed the portrait of a true beauty.
But when the maid placed a fine veil in her hair, Abril finally understood what was happening. This was not a reunion. This was a transaction. Her father was going to get rid of her – not through death, but through marriage.
And what did Abril feel? Nothing. No anger, no fear, no sorrow. She simply told herself that wherever they sent her, it had to be better than where she had been all these years.
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## The King Who Wished Her Dead
Abril was escorted through the palace corridors, and everywhere she went, whispers followed her like a swarm of bees. The nobles stared at her flaming red hair – the unmistakable mark of the royal family – and wondered who this mysterious beauty was. No one remembered that she was the first princess of the kingdom of Laios. She was so completely forgotten that even her own people didn't recognize her.
When she finally stood before her father in the throne room, she did not bow. She did not greet him with sweet words. She simply stood there, looking at the man who had tried to let her die, with the same emptiness that had filled her heart for years.
The king, with a malicious smile on his lips, spoke to her as if she were a beloved daughter: "My dear daughter, I see that you have grown beautifully."
But those words felt like poison to Abril's ears.
Her father continued: "Today you will be sent to the kingdom of Cosset. Due to the constant wars, I have decided to send my most beloved daughter to form an alliance of peace."
Abril didn't complain. She didn't argue. She simply stood there, enduring his mockery, wishing only that it would all end soon because the dress was heavy and the shoes made her feet ache.
As she was escorted away by soldiers from Cosset, her father spoke his final words to her: "May the light of Airon be with you."
To the escorting soldiers, those words seemed affectionate. But Abril knew the truth. She had taught herself to read before being locked away, and she had devoured every book she could find. Those words were a death wish. They meant:
**"May death come to visit you soon."**
And yet, Abril did not turn around. She walked with her head held high, ignoring the cruel looks of her brothers and the coldness of her father. She climbed into the white carriage decorated with gold, and as the palace of her birth grew smaller and smaller in the distance, she felt absolutely nothing. No sorrow. No joy. No relief. No sadness. Just emptiness.
And in the privacy of the carriage, she said to herself:
"I hope my life in the kingdom of Cosset will be better than it was in this place."
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## The Marriage Mark
The journey was long, and the guards used a teleportation scroll to reach the kingdom of Cosset. It was Abril's first time experiencing teleportation magic, and the sensation was horrifying – as if her body had been torn apart and reassembled a thousand times over.
When they arrived, she could barely stand. But the guards had no mercy for her. They forced her to walk, nearly crawling in exhaustion, into a magnificent temple decorated with white flowers. The altar was guarded by a massive statue of Juno, the goddess of marriage.
And there, waiting for her at the altar, stood the man who would become her husband.
King Alessandro Veriatte of Cosset was tall, with broad shoulders and tightly muscled frame. His black hair framed a face with striking emerald green eyes. He was handsome, undeniably so – but his expression was one of pure displeasure, filled with barely contained contempt.
Abril walked towards him, stumbling and weak, and when she finally stood before him, she offered no bow, no sweet words. Just a simple, empty greeting:
"Hello."
The king frowned, annoyed by her lack of respect. What he didn't know was that Abril had never received any education in royal etiquette. She had no idea how she was supposed to behave before a king. She was simply ignorant of the rules that everyone else seemed to know by heart.
Alessandro extended his hand, clearly disgusted by the need to touch the daughter of his sworn enemy. He shortened the ceremony as much as he could, speaking the sacred vows without a trace of emotion:
"In the presence of the goddess Juno, I join my life to yours. From today, we will be husband and wife."
Abril said nothing. She didn't know what to say.
They shared a cup of wine in silence. Then the king cut his palm with a dagger and spilled his blood onto a scroll, commanding Abril to do the same. When their blood mixed, the scroll glowed with a blinding light, and a golden mark like a tattoo appeared on both of their left hands. This was the marriage mark – unbreakable, eternal, binding them together as husband and wife until death itself separated them.
Alessandro looked at her coldly and said, "Now you are my wife, and I hope you behave as one."
He did not kiss her. He did not take her hand. He simply turned and walked away, leaving Abril standing alone in that temple filled with strangers.
She bowed her head slightly and whispered: "I will be in your care from now on."
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## A New Prison... But a Beautiful One
When they arrived at the palace, no banquets were held in her honor. No dances, no celebrations. But Abril felt no sadness about that – she was simply relieved she could finally rest. She was led to a room that was, without exaggeration, fit for a princess. It was exquisite, with soft silk sheets and luxurious furniture.
And yet, before the maid left, Abril was given a clear message: "Do not leave this room."
So this was to be another prison, she realized. But at least it was a beautiful prison, and for now, that was enough.
When the maid promised to bring her food and fruit and then never returned, Abril didn't complain. She had grown used to being forgotten. She had grown used to going hungry. She lay down on that bed – so soft it felt like sleeping on a cloud – and looked up at the ceiling, saying to herself:
"I think I will have a good life in this place."
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## The King's Cruel Words
Days passed, and Abril barely saw her new husband. But one evening, she was summoned to the royal dining room. The king was furious, glowering at her as if he wanted to drive his knife through her skull. But Abril didn't care about his hatred. All she cared about was the food.
She ate like a starving woman, which, in many ways, she was. She devoured everything on her plate and then tried everything else on the table – lamb, fish, dishes she had never even dreamed of tasting. She was so happy that she almost cried.
The king touched her disheveled, curly hair, and for a moment, she feared for her life. But he simply said with disdain: "If it weren't for the color of your hair, I would have said you were a street beggar."
When he told her to leave because the sight of her made him sick, Abril obediently rose and went back to her room.
But that night, the king appeared in her chambers. This was their wedding night, and she understood what was expected. What she didn't expect was the venom that spilled from his lips:
"I will never treat you as my wife."
"I will never touch your disgusting body."
"Who knows how many men you've been with before me."
"Listen carefully, Princess Abril. You will never have my heart. Not even a place in my bed. From this day on, make sure not to cross my path – because if you do, I may lose control and end up killing you."
Abril listened to all of this without saying a word. She had learned long ago that when a man in power was angry, the best thing to do was stay silent. She knew that speaking up would only bring more pain.
When he slammed the door behind him, she finally allowed herself to breathe.
"It seems I'm not welcome in this place either," she whispered to herself. "I just hope they don't make me go hungry. I can handle everything else, except hunger."
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## A Battle She Almost Lost
Alone in her new prison, Abril struggled with the corset of her beautiful wedding dress. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't undo it. In desperation, she found a pair of sewing scissors and cut through the corset, freeing herself from the elegant torture device.
But now she had no clothes to wear. She had arrived with only the clothes on her back, and she had just ruined them.
So she did what she had always done her entire life – she improvised. She found a sewing kit, took out some white and lime green sheets, and spent the entire night making her own dress. By dawn, she had created a simple garment, decorated with lace trimmings cut from curtains.
She tried it on, smiled at her handiwork, and hid the leftover fabric. Then she went to sleep, dreaming of the day when she could finally eat as much as she wanted.
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## A Suffocating Inferno
Summer arrived, and it brought a new kind of torture. Season after season, the heat in Abril's room became so unbearable that she thought she might die from suffocation. She begged the maids to let her leave the room, but they always refused – it was the king's order that she remain inside.
Night after night, she escaped to the palace gardens, finding refreshment by a beautiful fountain. She would dip her feet in the cool water and feel, for a few precious moments, like she could finally breathe.
One night, King Alessandro saw her there. There, bathed in moonlight, she looked like a fairy – a creature of pure magic. But the moment he remembered who she was, his desire to kill her surged through his veins like fire. Her hair reminded him too much of King Venobich, the monster who had slaughtered his brothers.
He left without approaching her, and after that night, he simply pretended he didn't know about her midnight escapes. He let her be, and she was once again forgotten.
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## Wounds That Turned Her Against the World
When spring came again, Abril was finally permitted to walk in the garden. But that "kindness" was actually a trap. A beautiful woman named Victoria – the woman who should have been Alessandro's bride – deliberately pushed Abril into a bed of rose bushes. Thorns tore into her skin, her hands, and her bare feet. And the maid who accompanied her simply watched, refusing to help.
When Alessandro arrived, Victoria twisted the story with practiced lies, making April appear to be the villain. The king, blinded by his hatred, didn't even let Abril speak.
He said to her: "You're just like your family – cruel and heartless. Disappear from my sight!"
Abril rose from the ground, thorns digging even deeper into her flesh, and walked away. She was a guest in a kingdom full of people who hated her. No one would believe her. No one ever believed her.
But when she returned to her room, the king actually sent a doctor to treat her wounds. It was a small mercy – perhaps the only kindness he would ever show her. And when the doctor offered to have the maids care for her, Abril refused. She asked for bandages and ointments so she could tend to her own injuries herself.
She knew, better than anyone, that the maids would never come to help her.
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## A Punishment That Became a Blessing
Duke Alfonso Vampel, Victoria's father, demanded that Abril be punished for "attacking" his precious daughter. After weeks of pressure from the nobles, King Alessandro agreed to give April a punishment – she would be transferred to a small cottage in the farthest corner of the castle, without maids and without servants, to reflect on her behavior.
Abril, however, could hardly believe her ears. This punishment was a gift from heaven.
She would no longer be locked in a claustrophobic room. She would have her own small house with a yard, where she could roam freely. She would even have a basket of fruits and vegetables so she could cook for herself.
While the maids expected her to sob and beg for forgiveness, Abril was secretly rejoicing. What was supposed to be a punishment felt like liberation. For the first time in her life, luck seemed to finally be smiling on her.
She said to herself: "In the end, I came out victorious in all of this. That woman wanted to see me suffer, but she doesn't know that she ended up doing me a favor."
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## A New Life, A Hidden Peace
Years passed in that little cottage. Abril took care of her garden, harvesting vegetables and preparing for winter. She learned to be self-sufficient, to appreciate the simple joys of a quiet life. She grew stronger, healthier, and finally began to look like the seventeen-year-old young woman she was.
She would sit in her garden, looking up at the clear sky and the sun shining so beautifully, and wish she could see that beautiful view every day.
And then one spring day, everything changed forever.
While collecting mushrooms in the forest near her house, Abril found a man lying on the ground, covered in blood. When she approached carefully, she realized with a shock that it was her husband, King Alessandro of Cosset.
She had only two choices: leave him to die and enjoy her peaceful life forever, or save him and lose everything she had worked so hard to build.
She knew that if she left him there, her peaceful life would be over – because she would be accused of being the one who killed him. So, with no other options, she dragged him by his feet to her small house.
She treated his wounds, stripped off his filthy clothes, and watched over him as he slept.
When Alessandro woke up and saw her in that simple dress, barefoot and far from the luxuries of the palace, he was shocked. He looked around the small, simple cottage and asked where they were. The truth tumbled out – she had been living there, forgotten by everyone, for three years.
And for the first time, a flicker of guilt touched the cold king's heart.
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## Reader's Impressions & Star Rating
Oh my goodness, what a powerful opening chapter! I am absolutely captivated by Abril's story. She is everything a heroine should be – resilient, kind despite her suffering, and endlessly persevering. The contrast between her inner strength and the cruelty of everyone around her is absolutely heart-wrenching. I found myself cheering for her survival, crying at her loneliness, and rejoicing in her quiet victories.
The narrative masterfully paints a world of political schemes, royal cruelty, and the unbreakable human spirit. The moment where she saved Alessandro despite his hatred for her – that was truly beautiful. And that cliffhanger ending, with him finally realizing that he's left his own wife to live like a beggar for three years, has me on the edge of my seat!
The pacing is excellent, the emotional depth is outstanding, and the writing sweeps you into this world as if you're living it yourself. I cannot wait to see what happens next!
⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Rating: 4.8 / 5 Stars
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## Next Chapter Prediction
Now that King Alessandro has discovered the truth about Abril's abandoned life in that little cottage, I predict that a flood of complex emotions will wash over him. More importantly, since Abril has been avoiding the palace and refusing to return, he'll have to confront her stubbornness head-on. Will he finally start to see her as a person rather than a tool? And what will happen when the hidden truth about Abril's mysterious healing powers begins to reveal itself? I suspect their relationship is about to enter an entirely new stage – one filled with tension, discovery, and just maybe, the first sparks of unexpected love!
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