The girl had always been proud and confident in her skills. She had always been sure of herself.

She was considered the strongest fighter in the village. Both her sisters and the inhabitants of the village could always depend on her.

But all of that immediately changed the moment she laid eyes on the boy. It was the first time she had been defeated in a show of strength, after all. Since then the image of the boy had always lingered in her mind.

Even after the boy hurt him and broke his promise, the girl was still unable to be angry with him or harbor any feelings of resentment. The girl simply just loved being with him, so she decided to make a silent promise with herself to always stand by his side.

Later on, she realized she was not the only person on his mind. The boy showed her the beautiful, regal princess he always talked about, and the girl suddenly felt a different kind of anger.

She couldn't stand it, nor could she control it, as much as she wanted to push these ugly feelings aside. That girl was a princess and she was just a wild village girl.

What was she compared to her? The more she came to know about the princess, the more she realized how amazing she was: she was beautiful, smart, fierce and kind hearted. It dawned upon her that there was really no competition from the beginning. It's no wonder the boy chose the princess over her.

And that was why she chose not to stand between them, but she couldn't understand why the more she tried to resist, the more she tried to repress her emotions, the more she couldn"t stop thinking about him.

In fact, it was as if her whole body rejected it. She shuddered at the thought of him being with that girl.

She was stuck in this sorry state, not sure what to do about it or what caused it, until one day the High Priestess told her why she felt this way.

"Morgana, you cannot fight it It's the curse and the blessing of our Fey bloodline. This is simply the way it is, especially for females."

"What do you mean, High Priestess?" She asked, brows furrowed.

"Morgana, you have already imprinted on him. Like I said before, this is not something that you can resist."

Apparently, there was something within the Fey bloodline that made the alpha female naturally attracted to the alpha male of the pack. This was the way it was, by blood.

When she discovered the truth, she didn't feel calm, or that her questions had been answered. Instead, she was driven to anger yet again. This time, she felt fooled by the boy.

She was really confused and unable to accept that all the strong feelings she had towards the boy were all just a lie.

Being with him was torture even, it only got worse when she saw him with her. She couldn't stand it anymore, she was at her wits end. She needed this to stop right now.

She went back to the High Priestess for more answers, but the woman's words only brought her more calamity and sorrow.

"The only way to resist is to become stronger than him. I am sorry Morgana, but there is no other way. This is simply the natural order of things, neither you nor I can change it."

Ever since then, she became steadily more obsessed with getting stronger. It was a good distraction, momentarily at least. Anything to keep the thought of him away from her. But none of the people in the village could help her anymore. Hence the reason why she decided to set out and find the only person who could, and finally, she did find her.

The sister of the High Priestess herself, the witch, Maeve.

"Little young Morgana, you wish to get stronger?" The witch addressed her with a languid, pitying gaze. "I will help and tell you how We are family, after all."

Maeve was amused by the Fey girl, one look at her reminded the witch of her younger self. She taught her the various ways she could get stronger.

Morgana spent months with her, learning magic and helping the witch by doing her bidding, but later when she finally told the witch the reason behind her motivation, she simply laughed in response.

"Hahaha! You will not achieve this by magic! The only way to get rid of the curse is to get the blood inside of you improved, but don't worry, I will tell you how!"

The witch told her of a particular island she found, and a certain hunt which could improve her bloodline.

"They say there is another beast out there. You should hunt the beast, rip the beast's heart and eat it. Then you will find that your bloodline has been upgraded."

So that's what she did, when she arrived at the island, apparently, the beast was not so easy to kill. She was not strong enough to kill it. And as if fate was playing tricks on her, the boy came and rescued her again.

It was as if the curse was once more controlling the course of her life, as he managed to influence her actions yet again.

Just within days, she had almost forgotten what she came here for in the first place... The girl couldn't help it. If they could stay together like this, she would eventually forget about everything and stay by his side forever.

She decided to come clean and told him everything, only to be interrupted by the tweeting of a messenger bird.

The boy thought she wouldn't understand, but Arthur and the Quintin woman had taught her enough to know the letter was about that princess again And what the most painful thing of all was the fact he lied to her face.

Just a minute ago, the boy asked her to tell the truth, but the boy was merely a liar himself.

The curse was real and she had to fight it with every ounce of her strength. It was the only way for her to regain control of her life.

That was why she did what she had to do. She killed the beast out of agony like she should have done weeks ago, and tricked the sailors.

"It's better for the boy to never leave the island, not until she finally gets stronger and lifts the curse once and for all."

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