They Stole My Twin's Crown

Summary

My twin sister and I were born with the same face and nothing else in common.

Elara was gentle enough to step around an ant.

I was vicious. Cross me and I'd take your skin off and never lose a night's sleep over it.

The year we came of age, the Crown Prince chose Elara.

But the old court held that royal twins brought ruin. If Elara was to be Crown Princess, I had to die.

So our parents wept and begged me to drink a death-simulating draught and disappear forever.

Before I left, I made three demands. First, my Shadow Guard would pass to Elara.