angry lady

"No, Papa," an enraged feminine voice exclaimed, her face flushed with anger. "I absolutely refuse to go!" she vehemently protested. "Papa, that man had absolutely no consideration for my well-being; he blatantly disregarded me and viewed me with nothing but utter disdain!,"When he chose something less significant than my presence."

In the gaze of the aging man, as he directed his attention towards his daughter's sorrowful countenance, his heart was shattered into infinite pieces by the excruciating pain that flooded his being. Had it been a mere mortal responsible for inflicting this heartbreak upon her, the old man would have pursued retribution without falter, ensuring that said individual met their untimely demise, embracing the eternal darkness six feet beneath the surface. But alas, when it pertained to the individual even the ruler of the empire would not dare provoke, his hands were tied, forcing him to release a somber sigh and offer mere words of solace, the only fragment of solace he could possibly conjure.

“ Lily, he is most likely just experiencing a temporary negative emotional state at this moment. Throughout the history of your relationship, he has consistently shown a preference for your presence and company compared to other individuals identified as belonging to the elite and high-society class. He has continuously displayed appreciation, affection, and admiration towards you for qualities that he believes set you apart from these other women. “

In a fit of anger, Lily shouted with a resounding, bone-chilling tone that echoed through the very depths of her being, "Oh, how could I forget the infamous absence of my biological progenitor! Father, or rather the lack thereof, serves as a haunting void in my existence, eliciting a myriad of emotions that wash over me like a tempestuous storm. As if this void was not already cruel enough, his visage, contaminated by disdain, pierced through me with a piercing stare, stripping away any remnants of self-worth I had left."

As the tears cascaded down her delicate cheeks like dewdrops sliding down petals, Lily's voice quivered, burdened by the weight of humiliation inflicted upon her. "He nonchalantly cast me aside, dismissively disregarding my very essence, reducing me to the fragile ruins of my dignity. To make matters worse, he took pleasure in parading my flaws in front of those he considered beneath us lowly humans, reveling in the twisted joy of my degradation. Those females, who possess a dubious affinity towards him, aid in his shaming assault, amplifying the unbearable mortification that engulfs me."

With every sob that resonated within her chest, Lily's anguish intensified, and with a voice so broken that it seemed to emanate from the depths of her soul, she whispered, "To further inflict pain upon my fragile heart, he dared brand me a sly pushover, a cunning puppet at his disposal, who manipulates others for her own selfish gain. Oh, the wretched weight of his condemnation crushes my very spirit, leaving me shattered beyond repair."

"Lily, given your need to attend the banquet, it is essential for you to explore alternative ways to..."

"Father," Lady Lily said, her voice now tinged with a cool and gentle tone, "I must adamantly express that such an occurrence shall surely not come to pass. This proud and audacious man has indeed subjected Lily to his demeaning behavior, thus affording him no privilege of receiving Lily's presence at the forthcoming banquet. Moreover, this insufferable gentleman shall not receive any semblance of acknowledgement, for Lily shall unequivocally refuse to retain possession of this mere card."

Lady Lily, adorned in an elegant gown, gracefully reached for the gold-sealed card placed delicately on the cushioned seat of her lavish carriage. Her heart fluttered with anticipation as she slowly unraveled the mystery that lay within. With a sense of curiosity that filled her eyes, she ever so gently eased open the intricate carriage window, allowing a gust of wind to dance within the plush confines. In a fateful twist, a mischievous breeze decided to seize the opportunity and, as if in a playful jest, nudged the beloved card from Lady Lily's fingertips. Its descent was swift and unexpected, causing it to land unceremoniously amidst a sea of dirt and mud.

She drew in a slow and deliberate inhalation, as if attempting to gather courage from the stagnant air. Her facial muscles strained as she exerted every ounce of her willpower to contort her lips into a facsimile of a smile. With a smoldering fire in her eyes, she whispered through gritted teeth, "May he endure eternal damnation in the fiery depths of hell, where his wickedness shall wither and decay for all of eternity."

In the midst of a desolate landscape, shrouded in darkness and mystery, a mysterious figure appeared. Clad in a tattered black cloak, stained with the remnants of time, this enigmatic individual slowly approached a glimmering object that lay in stark contrast against the grimy mud beneath their feet. With an air of intrigue, their frail, skeletal hand extended towards the source of their fascination - a golden sealed invitation.

Across the journey of time, this intricate card bore witness to the passage of countless hands, leaving a faint blemish upon its delicate surface. However, this person, heedless of imperfections, gingerly plucked the invitation from its solitary resting place, careful to secure it within an inner pocket concealed beneath their cloak.

Engrossed in their solitude, the figure cast a vacant stare upon the fading silhouette of a passing carriage, perhaps capturing a fleeting memory or distant thought before embarking upon a path paved by fate. As they trudged forward, each step caused their cloak to sweep the muddy floor, a visual representation of the burdens they carried as they disappeared into the shadows, their destination shrouded in uncertainty.

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