They buried Sir Rowan far from the palace.
I did not attend.
I couldn't stand the thought of another grave tied to my name.
The court stopped pretending after that. Marriage proposals disappeared. Alliances quietly dissolved. Mothers pulled their sons away when I passed.
Some prayed for.Others prayed against me.
That was when the name spread—The Cursed Princess.
I overheard it once, spoken in fear, not cruelty. Somehow, that hurt more.
That night, I stood before my mirror and barely recognized myself.
"I will not love again," I said aloud.
If love was death, then my heart would become a graveyard no longer.