The World Is Mine For The Taking

Chapter 502 - 80 - Election Day (7)

The Princess’s speech was so commanding that it left the next candidate completely frozen, her lips trembling as if the words had physically lodged themselves in her throat. She stood there, paralyzed, unable to do more than clutch the edges of the podium like it was the only thing keeping her upright. The crowd’s attention waned immediately, whispers rippling through the room as people barely tried to hide their disinterest. It was brutal to watch, and for some reason, I felt a twinge of pity. Having to follow up after Myrcella’s speech was like being thrown into a pit of wolves without even a stick to defend yourself.

The one after her fared no better, stammering through their turn like a fish gasping for air. The Princess had carved out such a dominant space in the room with her presence alone that no one else could hope to match her. Her voice still seemed to echo, lingering in the air like a challenge no one was ready to face. The outcome felt sealed, her victory etched into the expressions of everyone present.

Then it was Titania’s turn.

Unlike the others, she didn’t falter. As she ascended the podium, there was a calmness to her steps—a measured poise that made her appear taller, stronger. She placed her hand firmly on the polished wood, her fingers steady as they curled over the edge. There was tension—hell, even some nervous glances from the audience—but she locked eyes with them, radiating determination. It was her moment now, and she knew it.

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Titania’s POV

I’ve always been told I’m special. Born into royalty, destined for greatness—those words have followed me like a shadow since the day I was born. But if you strip all of that away—the titles, the jewels, the gowns—I’m just a girl. An ordinary girl. Or at least, that’s what I tell myself when I lie awake at night, staring at the ceiling of my grand, gilded bedroom.

But ordinary? That’s not my reality.

I’m a princess. My kingdom may not be as grand or powerful as others, but it’s ours. A place of rolling green hills, ancient forests, and traditions that breathe life into the land. We pride ourselves on independence, on the trust we’ve built with one another. It’s a kingdom that stands firm, not because of riches, but because of heart. And I am its princess.

My life has been a dream for others—silken dresses that shimmer in candlelight, horses bred for speed and elegance, feasts that stretch late into the night. Private tutors who drilled swordsmanship into me as easily as court etiquette. Every luxury a girl could imagine, handed to me on a silver platter.

And yet, for all that, I yearn for the simplest things.

Friends, real ones—not servants who bow at my every word. A lover, not a pawn in a political game.

But I know better. People don’t see me for who I am. To them, I’m a title, a prize, a pawn to be played in their endless schemes. Friends? They’d only stay close for the privileges my name brings. A lover? Just another calculated move on the political chessboard.

So, I stopped hoping.

What is "normal," anyway? The word feels foreign, something I can’t grasp no matter how much I stretch for it. Maybe it doesn’t matter. Maybe I was never meant to be normal. Instead, I leaned into the role I was born into. If I can’t have normal, then I’ll take power. I let the weight of my title shape me, hardening my desires into steel.

That’s how I became what I am—arrogant, demanding, untouchable. My presence alone demands respect. When I walk into a room, heads bow, and knees bend.

But how? How could I become someone like her?

I considered imitating her—copying her style, her mannerisms, her fashion. But no. That would be creepy and beneath me. I wasn’t about to become some weird person.

No, the only path was to follow her example. If I wanted to be like her, I had to become the student council president.

That’s why I started campaigning, even though the election wasn’t until the third semester. I poured my energy into it, plastering on my most dazzling smile, giving speeches, trying to win people over. But no one cared. They didn’t even look at me.

And why would they? My so-called "visions" were shallow and half-assed. Deep down, I wasn’t running for president because I wanted to make the academy a better place. I just wanted to feel less alone. I just wanted friends.

It was hopeless.

But then, just when I thought all hope was lost, he appeared. My one and only follower back then—the person who helped me when no one else even gave me a glance.

Leon.

At first, I thought he was pathetic. How could I not? He was the bottom of the rankings, the absolute weakest. Everything about him screamed loser, from his clumsy movements to his awkward, almost submissive mannerisms. It was hard not to look down on him.

But the more time I spent with him, the more I realized how wrong I was. Beneath that unassuming exterior, Leon was strong. Not just physically—though he had that too—but in a way that made me feel like I could lean on him, trust him. And then, without even realizing it, I started seeing him in a different light.

It was slow at first, just a tiny flutter in my chest whenever I caught him smiling or heard his laugh. But those flutters grew stronger, day by day, until they took over entirely. Before I knew it, I was infatuated. Every time I thought about him, my heart raced like it was about to burst.

But even as my feelings for him deepened, doubt gnawed at me. Would he even accept me if I confessed? My personality was trash, and everyone knew it. No one liked me because of how I acted—why would Leon be any different? Maybe he was just helping me out of pity.

And yet... I couldn’t stop myself. I needed him to know.

So, one day, I confessed. I poured my heart out to him, trembling with fear, expecting rejection. But instead, Leon told me he loved me too.

I thought I might actually explode from joy. My heart felt like it was soaring higher than I ever thought possible.

Being with him—being his girlfriend—was like stepping into a dream. The more time I spent by his side, the more I learned about him, and every little thing I discovered only made me fall harder. He wasn’t just strong. He was everything I’d ever wanted in a man. He was kind, supportive, dependable—and, honestly, so hot.

Leon was everything I could’ve ever asked for. He was my everything.