My Bad Princess's
This Is My Fault?

THE SETTING OF THE PLACE DOES NOT RELATE TO ANY PLACE THAT CONNECTS A PARTICULAR HISTORY OR RELIGION !!!

PLEASE CHOOSE THE RIGHT READING ACCORDING TO AGE 🙏🙏🙏

Happy Reading 💕💕💕

...ΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩ...

Lavensberg Empire, Year 469

The powerful empire that ruled the continent and had the highest prestige, as well as the economic and business center, thus making the three regions of the kingdom submit to its.

The center of the greatest white magic power, and his one-on-one empire still had the blessings of the Goddess.

The general populace of the Lavensberg empire worshipped the goddess Elaine who was believed to be the light of the empire.

And every descendant of the emperor got a blessing from the Goddess Elaine in the form of mana and holy power.

Once every 100 years, the people of the Lavensberg empire believe that Goddess Elaine will choose someone who is an incarnation of her and that someone will be a saint until the emergence of new saints.

18 Years ago a girl named Camilla Palvis who had a silver hair color with bright blue eyes was designated as a new Saintes after proving her legitimacy in the sacred temple.

But unfortunately in the year 457 Lavensberg calendar, Saintes Camilla and her entourage disappeared after a visit to the area affected by the landslide.

No one knows what happened, vanished as if swallowed by the earth with a horse-crete that did not even break a single scratch.

......................

Imperial Palace, Year 469

The palace dance night.

The pale face and trembling body of a 12-year-old young Lady.

His eyes flashed toward the man wearing his sleeping robe, a cold night wind coming in from all the wide open doors and windows.

All the thin cloth that was the barrier to the sunlight that afternoon fluttered, the gripping silence added to the disintegration and fear that enveloped the young girl.

The fluffy blue dress that had a ribbon with gradation colors like the emblem of her family was lying on the floor.

The sound of crying seemed to be trying to hide from the still awake silence.

The smell of burning tobacco entered into her nose, her irises trembled and began to look down.

The man standing at the end of the balcony glanced back, his smirk in sight and then he started to turn closer towards the girl who was just starting to enter her early teens.

Greb!

Those eyes that were trembling with angry and helpless gazes were looking towards her.

"St! Don't think too much about it, you've done your job well."

The man's whispers smiled with eyes that showed satisfaction and a thirsty gaze would dominate.

The young Lady's lips and body trembled violently, she was so scared and hurt about what she was going through.

She didn't know anything until someone took her to her room and took off her dress.

"Bi. let sa. I go home Yang Mu.. Your Majesty." said in a choked and frightened voice.

His whole body, which was still in its infancy, got something that he did not know at all.

The man raises his smirk, he pulls the knot rope in his robe and releases it once more.

"My cyra..."

"My sun..."

The man muttered and pushed the young Lady's body down to fall back onto her bed.

A long night filled with fear and nightmares from a young girl.

...

Theodore Von Levensberg, was the first Prince of Empress Maline who was the first wife of the emperor.

After the death of Empress Maline in the year 455 of the imperial calendar and then Prince Theodore was only 4 years old.

The emperor elevated him and elevated the prince to the position of Crown Prince of the Lavensberg Empire before appointing the princess of Marquis Cullen to the position of second empress. Princess Helena Cullen

Theodore Von Lavensberg is now the Crown Prince of the Lavensberg Empire.

The handsome man who has reached the age of 19 years in the imperial calendar this year, a sword master who has a lot of sword talent and has provided assistance in warfare for three years starting from the age of 15 years.

Having a handsome face, a figure that admired the people and considered to be the next emperor who was wise. There's nothing bad to say.

After returning to bring victory one year ago at his maturity ceremony he chose directly the noble lady who would become his empress.

Cyra De Ecklart was the daughter of Grand Duke Pavel De Ecklart, the ruler of the Duchy Helemites.

The young lady who just turned 12 years old, her bright face and innocent gaze thought that her life would have such a sweet love story as she read and would save her from her father's restraints.

Cyra is not a single daughter, she has one older brother who is the same age as her fiance, the crown prince, Tarrant De Ecklart, he held the title of knight commander because of the sword ability that was recognized throughout the empire even though he did not bear as a Sword master.

And 2 twin sisters who are 8 years old, still do not show any talent.

Four brothers born to different mothers.

......................

Three weeks after the dance.

Imperial Palace.

A long table with full meals on top of it, a variety of menu dishes visible.

Only for the 6 people who are preparing to eat it.

The young girl looked down, he did not dare to look at the eyes that had a bright brown color like the sun with shiny blonde hair under the light rays that became illumination above the ceiling of the palace building that luxury.

A knot smile rose at the corner of the man's lips staring towards his trembling-looking fiancee and continued to lower his head.

The conversation about the engagement and the union of the two families sounded like a discussion, all of them seemed happy even though the empress Helena seemed unable to hide her dislike behind a fake smile.

Of course he did not really want the first son of the late empress before his engagement to the daughter of the Grand Duke because it would only make the crown prince support more than the prince he was born with.

"Sa. I don't want to marry Pu.. Crown Prince!"

A voice that sounded trembling and nervous after successfully uniting all of his courage.

Silent....

All were silent even the spoon that was still moving was now silent.

"What are you talking about, Princess? Did the Crown Prince do something the Princess didn't like?" ask the middle-aged man who is now almost past half a century in his age.

The most influential and powerful man in the empire.

"Sons... Crown Prince me... tarnished my honor! Sa.. I don't want to marry her!"

His voice seemed so trembling, his hands were on each other as if so nervous.

Emperor Levensberg began to show his displeased face when only a few seconds ago he asked in a friendly tone.

"Don't you have to be careful when talking princess?" this time her voice was pressing so much that it made the 12-year-old girl feel depressed.

"Sorry Your Majesty, the Princess is very young, I will teach her again about manners" said the Grand Duke who felt that he would immediately discipline his daughter when she arrived at his residence later.

"But the Princess' words were so dangerous, what if someone mistakenly thought?"

Hearing the low baritone voice made the 12-year-old girl even more stiffened, she squeezed her dress and none of her food was touched.

He is scared and shaken creating a trauma so deep when it has its devastating events in one night.

"Daughter? Can you answer when I do it?"

The deg!

The entire body of the young girl seemed to be stopping instantly, fear creeping through her body, she recalled every whisper and sound that rang out in her ears that night.

"Princess Cyra?"

There was no answer, the young lady from the renowned noble just kept quiet and lowered her head.

"Cyra De Ecklart? I hope you can answer me." The repetition of a titleless name in front of him is a command word.

"A... You take me to the room.. And! And.." Nothing else was scattered except the soft sound of crying that became the sound in his silence.

The handsome man laughed, the glowing-looking flame of his eyes staring intently.

"Indeed like her there is a little misunderstanding here, I did bring a Lady to my room because she said she wanted to see a more beautiful night sky. So I thought the best view was just on the balcony of my room" he said, explaining in a calm tone.

"No! You're pinging"

"I'm sorry for my insolence, probably because I was too much on the battlefield to not know social ethics" said the man, who apologized and bowed his head.

"Sorry Your Majesty, I will teach my daughter even better" said Grand Duke Pavel who lowered his head.

Cyra was still silent but only he knew if the man did not bring him to see the night sky and he never asked for it because from the beginning he was dragged and brought to the man's room.

"Ta. but I still want to cancel my engagement." she said with trembling lips that perform careless actions.

The emperor's face began to appear changed, the speech of a young girl seemed to lower her degree and made her feel annoyed.

"Like it's hard to continue this dinner, I'll stop first" said the continent's most influential man and left.

The silence was gripping, the face of those dark blue eyes staring with a gaze that suffocated his daughter.

......................

Ecklart's Residence

PLAQUE!!!

Soreness and heat on the white cheeks and even make the small body directly bounced to the floor.

"Take the whip!"

Those sharp eyes stared so angrily, he did not wait to bring it into the basement and immediately wanted to punish on the spot.

A large lash from the strong rope seemed to be given in the hands of the owner of the luxurious mansion in the wide residence.

Ctas!

Ctas!

The girl cried, she was frightened and curled up but she was used to enduring the pain so that she could hold her voice.

There's nothing stopping him at all, more precisely he's not brave.

Greb!

"Stupid kid! You want to cancel your engagement! How dare you!"

A shout that sounded like it wanted to break down his sense of hearing.

"I will not marry the Prince! If you disagree then I will tell the Emperor that the handling of the Denfil river and the demolition of buildings in the village of Verip is my idea! Even the power used is mine!"

The young girl shouted, indeed all this time he was made an ace of the father and utilized with the holy power he had.

No one knows if the Saintes who went missing 13 years ago gave birth to a daughter after being kidnapped and experienced rapism*saan periodically to give perfect offspring who have great strength.

But once the child born of a woman then the cruel man immediately killed her and the innocent child?

Let live until the age of 4 years, the sacred power and flow of the blessing of Goddess Elaine began to be seen.

He began to use his innocent and naive daughter for the purpose of fulfilling his greed and greed.

PLAQUE!!!

One hard slap made the corner of the young girl's lips break. Blood flowed out of that small body when her entire dress already looked broken and dirty with bloodstains.

"No! Stop Your Majesty!"

The screaming voice of the crying woman walked over and hugged her young lady.

"Auntie?" The blood-filled lips looked at someone who was already like a mother to her.

The woman who became her caregiver since childhood and so loved her.

"No. Miss just used her powers... Ka. if Yang starts beating up the lady like this No.. Miss could die..."

The trembling voice was heard, indeed he only called the lady compared to the princess because he already had a close relationship with the noble girl.

"Dead?! Just let this kid die!" said Grand Duke Pavel who was so angry while continuing to wave his lash.

The babysitter named Catherine did not let go of her miss, for her the girl was like a daughter she raised herself.

A pool of thick red liquid started to surround the two women. The tiny staring eyes glanced at the woman who was hugging her tightly.

Her usual warm embrace always comforted her.

"Go..."

"Bi. bi go..."

A faint-sounding voice, he was able to get treatment after getting his father's punishment.

But her nanny?

No one will pay attention to a servant who is old enough.

"It's okay, miss don't be afraid..."

"I'm here, I'll protect you..."

Catherine stared with a thin smile, watery eyes and a stream of viscous liquid fell and dripped towards the young miss who was in her arms.

He knew his new master was harnessing the sacred power of his missus to do his business, and if after that the owner of the body of that power gets a heavy wound or injury it will cause a rift where.

A broken body would not be able to handle such great strength, he was well aware of it. Therefore he would not let his lady get hurt at all.

Cyra could not feel anything anymore, the sound of lashing was still faintly heard in the ears.

One by one his body felt numb, the excruciating pain he felt made his body feel numb.

What has he done?

Is telling the truth about what happened to her a mistake?

His gaze slowly darkened, the last sight he saw was the woman who hugged him tightly and the whip that floated.

The scent that smelled was rancid from the fresh blood that kept flowing and splashed against the floor in the magnificent mansion.

...

Two days later.

The deg!

The girl's eyes were open, her entire body was already wrapped with bandages behind her nightgown.

"Auntie!"

The noble lady could think of nothing else but the aunt who before her protected her.

In view of the condition of his body that began to improve quickly was definitely using holy power.

The girl's feet came down without looking for her footwear, however.

"Akh!"

He screeched, his body immediately falling to the floor and limp feet.

"Bie.. Aunty..."

His voice trembled while crawling to see the woman in the same clothes as the last time he saw, the red blood had dried up, the rancid aroma had turned into a thick fishy.

"Ja. don't..."

The girl was crying, trying to let out a ray of light from her hand for the nanny she loved so much.

The deg!

No power can bring to life the dead, what else died two days ago.

"All! Auntie! Huhuhoo!"

Her cries broke, hugging the corpse that had been in her room for two days. He tried to call someone from the outside, but

"Open up! Open the door!"

His hand tried to bang and hit the big door made of thick wood that there was no answer at all.

Her cries sounded soft, she again approached the corpse of her caregiver and was still weeping mourning her grief.

But as time passed, none of the doors of his room opened.

Dry bread with a glass of water is thrown every day.

One day...

Two days...

three days...

One Weeks...

Two Weeks...

No one came, pale face, dry lips and a body that began to get thinner even if only for a short time.

Other organisms began to gnaw at the corpse that was in the noble girl's room.

The fishy aroma now began to turn into a foul scent, Flies and caterpillars began to come with their own swarming of the woman's corpse.

The feeling of crying and sorrow now began to turn blank, the gaze that before her was filled with tears now gave nothing.

Seeing the death of a loved one and then seeing it turn into a rotting carcass for 24 hours.

The girl crawled back to the door and then knocked her.

"Dad..."

"I was wrong..."

"Punished me..."

A weak voice was heard, a blank gaze but still flowing clear circles that fell onto his cheeks.

Brak!

The huge door opened, the man standing firmly and smiling happily greeted him.

"Now do you know your fault my daughter? This time I will forgive you." said his crouching while holding his daughter's chin so pale.

Cyra nodded, her empty eyes similar to a wooden doll that would follow any order given to her.

"Prepare yourself and then apologize to the crown prince, even if you need to beg at his feet, don't let him cancel your marriage." grand Duke Pavel said to his daughter.