My father was a rare white fox. No matter who he mated with, the child shouldn’t be a low–ranking mixed fur fox.
Damien’s words were questioning whether my bloodline was truly pure.
My father’s eyes were blood–red as he angrily pressured me. “Aria, what are you waiting for?”
My father and mother had been deeply in love. My mother had died giving birth to me, so
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my father treasured me above all else. My mother’s last words declaring me a purple fox
had never been questioned.
I lowered my head and remained silent before slowly uttering a few words. “I’m indeed not a purple fox.”
My father suppressed his anger. “Very well then. I’ll arrange the marriage between Damien and Ivy. If there’s nothing else, you’re all dismissed!”
Damien left with an expression of anticipation for the show to come.
In the end, only my father and I remained. He coughed up a mouthful of blood. “Princess Aria’s crimes are unforgivable. Throw her into the dungeon!”
I wanted to explain that although I wasn’t a purple fox, I definitely wasn’t an ordinary
mixed fur fox either.
My fur color was special – white interspersed with red, as if my entire body was surrounded by flames.
But from start to finish, he never gave me a chance to explain. He didn’t trust me, or even
the words of his beloved wife who had died giving birth to his child.
I had to do something for myself. I knelt on the ground. “Your child has erred. I request to
be sent to the Frozen Lands as an offering to the Fox God.”
The fox clan had declined over the centuries, with fewer and fewer high–ranking foxes
born.
To continue the bloodline, every hundred years they would offer young maidens to the Fox God, seeking blessings and protection.
My situation was dire. This was my last hope.
