I thought being loved was the only thing I needed to succeed. I had a perfect family, friends and I was marked as a high class noble. All I needed was a perfect mate that was in the same rank as me. Not only was I wrong, but I hurt so many people along the way. My family, my social standing, and my friends all suffered from my ill-fated attempted at being loved.

All my friends and siblings have someone they can’t live without and perhaps jelousy got the best of me. I felt less then them even though I was more successful. Like a part of my life was missing and all I had to do was fill it with this one thing that they all have. The only way was with love. But who would love me? Everyone in this kingdom knows I only strive for is success. The only plausible way would be an illegal potion of love from a fairy without a permit or records of any potions or charms they sell. Lucky for me, my best friend has recently departed from her tribe to join the potion market. The only thing left is to find the perfect condendor. Perhaps I should use it on my worst enemy. Wouldn’t that be the most outstanding revenge?