Stella, I regret in letting you know that our engagement has been called off by my father. He chooses a heathen Dalmascan over you and this angers me.

I want you to know that no heathen will ever take your place. You will always be the one I love and if eternity will allow us in this lifetime, I will marry you.

Until then,

Your love,

Noctis Lucis Caelum.

Her eyes wallowed up in tears. With a frustrated sob, she tore the letter to bits and fell onto her bed, crying into the bed sheets. Her shoulders shook violently; she screamed into her pillow and thrashed her arms on the silken linen.

How could he do this to her? Unconsciously, a hand traced to her stomach and heavy tears spilled from her eyes at the thought of life growing within her.

Why is he leaving me like this?

She gave everything to him, her love, her support and her kindness. She went as far as giving her maiden hood to him. No prince will marry her now. Who would take a princess that had lost her innocence?

She stared into her reflection; clumps of mascara had watered down her cheeks. Her eyes were encircled with dark shadows. She wanted to smash the mirror into tiny little pieces so that it would match her shattered heart.

Why didn't Noctis tell his father about me? Why didn't he fight for me?

He had the arrogant nerve of sending her a short and curt letter but he didn't come in person to tell her about this news. Her eyes filled with tears once again at the thought of her beloved prince.

Stella wiped her tear stricken face with the back of her hand, smudging some lipstick across her cheek in the process. Her mind ached just to think.

I have to tell them. His family should know.

As if her conscience was sleeping and in the possession of some other force, Stella walked out of her room and through the dark corridors of her small Tenebraen palace. A few servants and ladies noticed her unruly appearance but none tried to stop her. Stella estimated that they have heard of Noct's imminent wedding before she did.

The corset was suffocating her but Agatha didn't remove it. She was so large that people called her 'Ms. Jelly-Belly' when she happened to pass them. Her dark navy hair hung in curls over her waist, slightly hiding her corpulent face.

Unfortunately, Etro hadn't given her the elegant beauty that she had bestowed upon her two irritating first cousins. Not only that, she was nearing twenty-nine and no prince had asked for her hand in marriage due to her greatly stout figure.

"Why look at Noctis! She can fit six of him in her! If only he was the princess, I would have gladly married him!" The last prince had spoken to her father, Alexander. He didn't let that bastard get away so easily for insulting his doted daughter. That ill-named prince left the palace with a broken limb and a busted face.

Agatha squinted in the mirror. Her violet eyes appeared smaller resulting from her portly cheeks. They were always smothered in white eye liner to create that 'large eye illusion' but hell; that never worked. Those beauty experts needed to stop illegal advertising.

Her small nose looked squashed and her lips were too thin in proportion to her double chins. Agatha furiously applied blush until the red powder was like two large circles on the sides of her face. She strutted out of her palace and into the gardens to meditate.

The smell of fresh soil and tree leaves filled her nostrils. She breathed in deeply and sighed with relief but her intuition warned her that she wasn't alone.

Glaring, she faced a tall young man dressed in a casual black tuxedo complete with a red sash around his waist and black bow tie. His raven hair looked windswept to the right and his large dark eyes held all of the world's innocence and morality locked within them. He grinned at her with his full feminine lips, almost laughing and raised a perfectly trimmed brow.

"Ms. Jelly-Belly is off to perform her weekly fat-relief exercise?" he teased in his low, taunting voice.

"Rozin!" Agatha screamed in fury. Taking large steps with her heavy legs, she lumbered after the eighteen year old, attempting to snatch his ear. Her cousin gasped in delight at the idea of getting her angry and easily dodged her slow actions.

Agatha slammed her extended arm against the bark of a tree. She groaned loudly, her eyes narrowed at the mischievous prince.

"My dear cousin, let not the fury of your mind possess you in a tranquil place like this. You need to get rid of your inner demons," Rozin said, his lips twisting into a smile that most of the ladies find charming. His smile faltered as Agatha tried another swipe at him.

Rozin ducked immediately, Agatha noticed the realisation in his eyes that he will either keep running from her forever or else die at her hands of rage.

"Come here, you bastard!" Agatha thrust a bear- like paw towards him

"Agatha, what did Uncle Alexander say about your temper?" Rozin twirled to the side, his famous contemptuous expression had been wiped off of his face.

"Shut up!" The stout princess lifted her skirts and attempted a kick.

"Please, listen to me! I shall not apologise for I did no wrong-" Rozin twirled towards the other way this time but tripped over his own feet and tumbled to the ground.

He gazed above him but the last thing he saw was a large, crazy woman jumping in his direction with her elbow aiming for his stomach.

"Oof!"

Agatha pushed harder onto her cousin when she fell on him, enjoying the coughing of blood escaping from his perfect lips and a prominent bruise across his right cheekbone. The purple stain on his smooth pale skin satisfied her even more. She wanted to rip his beauty into tiny pieces and cremate his youthful body till it turned into ashes, his brother Noctis following the same fate after him.

Rozin clutched his stomach and moaned in pain. He pushed her off with sudden strength; his dark eyes were obscured from all emotion. He stood up, removing a handkerchief from under his sleeve and wiping the blood trickling down his chin, glaring at Agatha all the while. Agatha suddenly cowered away from his gaze.

She stood up and stared at him as he wiped soil off his tuxedo, his smouldering eyes never leaving her face.

Sometimes, as paedophilic as it sounded, she wished she could marry Rozin. She never liked Noctis because he physically abused her in the past due to her temper, but Rozin never struck her at all. The younger prince's ireful facial expressions hurt her more than Noctis' heavy slaps.

Already, there was saliva forming in her mouth. Agatha knew she held a secret desire for Rozin (and another smaller one for Noctis), she wanted him for herself. She wanted him as her husband and possible father of her future children. These thoughts formed an unpleasant knot in her stomach. While Rozin remained unaware of her ogling, he was meekly brushing away the dirt on his sleeves.

His eyes met hers once again and he quirked a brow.

"What are you staring at Jelly-Belly?" his lips rising into malicious smirk. Agatha fell out of her reverie and glared at her cousin, cursing and raising another fist but this time she didn't strike at him.

"Princess Agatha? Prince Rozin?" a small voice croaked. Agatha painfully tore her gaze away from Rozin and faced Stella. She wore a bemused expression for she had never seen the princess in such a terrible state before.

She hated Stella with all her huge heart because she envied the younger woman's beauty. Agatha knew why Stella was in this state. The stout princess was happy that King Victoire made a right decision for once.

Noctis and Princess Ashelia! Hah! What a match!

From the corner of her eyes, she saw Rozin resume his infamous arrogant glare at the blonde princess. He and Stella never got along well, Agatha couldn't tell why.

"What are you doing here? Didn't my brother pay you enough for your services?" he sneered. Stella's eyes were suddenly brimming with tears and her lip quivered. She dropped onto her knees and snatched his hand, crying.

"Please, let me talk to my lord. I love him more than I love my parents! I need him!" she sobbed, shaking vehemently. Rozin pulled his hand from her and thrust his head back in mirthless laughter. Stella's eye beheld fear. Even Agatha felt scared to see a huge animalistic grin plastered on her cousin's face. Secretly, she sensed her spine tingle with satisfaction due to the way he was treating Noctis' former fiancée.

"You shall not talk to my brother for he has a wedding to prepare for. Be gone, whore."

Agatha saw that Stella was crumbling away from inside. She was completely broken now. The stout princess smirked along with her cousin. Surreptitiously, she placed an arm over his lean shoulders to show him whose side she was taking. He brushed her arm off and gave her a disgruntled grimace. Agatha made a quick mental note to strike him again once Stella leaves.

Just look at him when he's angry, that bastard! He's still beautiful, why Etro? Why didn't you give some of the Lucis family's beauty to me!

"Rozin, please! This is important-"

"Do I hear an insignificant fly buzzing in my ear?"

"Rozin!"

"I think I just did."

"Agatha, you will listen, won't you? Please, you are a woman like me," Stella cried, turning towards Agatha.

Agatha sucked her lips in and glowered at her. She raised a hand smacked the blonde girl across the face. Rozin's eyes grew larger in shock. He told Agatha how rude she was to slap a woman who had no relationship with them and the dark haired woman's actions made the Lucis family appear in an evil light. Agatha frowned at him.

Son of a bitch didn't take his own actions into account at all!

Rozin pulled Stella to her feet and pushed her towards the exit to the city.

"Leave now or else I will not stop my cousin the second time," he threatened. Stella touched her reddened cheek and plodded out of the royal gardens. Agatha spat in her absence.

"That carrion always uses Noctis for his wealth," she muttered. Rozin sighed in frustration. His shoulders lifted slightly at the voice of his brother calling them.

"What did you do to Stella?" Noctis asked, approaching them, his hands clenched into fists.

"You are getting married Noctis! She had no permission to meet a groom-"

"Brother! You're back! Let us practice black arts right away. I've perfected the latest move you taught me," Rozin interrupted Agatha, his eyes shining with glee. Noctis folded his arms at the slightly taller prince, glaring all the while.

Agatha smirked to herself. She knew Noctis was never fond of his younger brother while the latter placed him above a pedestal. He almost acted like a puppy around the older prince but cursed him behind his back.

"Shut your mouth, Rozin! I heard what you said to Stella. How could your mind be filled with such filthy thoughts?" Noctis' glare hardened. His eyes were livid. Agatha couldn't decide which brother to stare at since they both possessed perfect handsomeness, one with looks of darkness and disdain and the other with innocence and arrogance. Her heart burned again with envy.

Rozin looked taken aback, his ego clearly crushed by Noctis' words. His dark eyes glazed over with gloom.

"Filthy? Since when was I ever the one to lose myself in alcohol at parties and stay in the bedroom of an unmarried princess?"

Noctis' lips curved downwards, his ego equally shattered. He raised a fist in attempt to strike his brother but something held him back. Agatha shook her head but then her eyes followed Noctis' gaze and her heart skipped a beat. Noctis placed his thumb over a crimson spot on Rozin's lip. He wiped it away gently and glanced at Agatha.

"You hit my younger brother again, did you not Agatha?" he said quietly in a tone that sent shivers down Agatha's spine.

"I did not, you wretch!" she defended, crossing her arms. Even though, to Agatha, it was clear that Noctis and Rozin hated each other, they still knew the importance of family.

"Brother she did but don't trifle over this. It's a mere matter, too trivial-"

"Silence! This corpulent woman has no right to hit a man that would one day have the possibility to rule Caelum. Uncle Alexander shall hear about this," Noctis cut in. Agatha's cheek stung after a violent impact of something she didn't see. Her legs gave way and she found herself on the floor with Noctis staring over at her.

"And that is a small warning to never touch my brother again. Do you understand?"

"Y-yes L-lord Noctis..."