Summary:
She started with nothing.
She ends with nothing.
Her legs give out, tears pour out from her eyes, and her face gets covered in snot, and if anyone saw her, they'd wonder how someone as pathetic as her could be the crowned princess.
But she wants to—no, she needs to know.
"What will it take for you to love me?"
She has never had much.
Family? They didn't need her, so she didn't need them.
Money? Nobody would give a waste of space like her a job when there were so many better candidates.
Pride? Pride never got anyone anywhere.
No, all she had were the clothes on her back and her mind. She can survive.
"Should I become like Jennette? If I do, then will you call my name dearly like you do hers, and watch me with warmth in your eyes? Will you hold me in your arms...without pushing me away?"
Death then decided to take her soul and shove it into someone else's body. Fun!
Cool, fine! At least she still had her mind and, hey, she's a princess. Pretty cool.
And then she found out her dad was going to kill her in the future for, who knows, shits and giggles?
So she adapts, she plans, and she takes.
"Claude was heartless until the very end. The deepest of despair like never before flooded Athanasia's eyes…"
—Lovely Princess, Chapter 8: Twisted Fate
Athy doesn't understand the emptiness.
She wasn't surprised that Da—the emperor—disowned her.
In fact, since she was young, she's been preparing for way worse.
So why does it hurt so much?
Why does she want to scream and shout and break apart?
She started with nothing.
She ends with nothing.
"Like a sculpture of ice, without a single drop of blood in his veins. Someone who had never once called his daughter's name with warm. The heartless emperor from the book."
—Who Made Me A Princess, Chapter 51