Invidia

T his young woman was the fifth and last daughter of a king, she had always been quiet and not very demanding, perhaps too humble. No, that wasn't so true, she had always had a strange feeling towards her four sisters, she was beautiful and well brought up but not as much as them, the only one who wasn't better than her was very intelligent and charismatic. Everyone knew who the first, second, third and fourth sisters were, but no one could remember the last one's name or what she was good at, no, she almost didn't exist. She was, and always would be, the 'silent and humble daughter of the king', in short, she was self-effacing enough not to overshadow her sisters. From the time she was a clever little girl, "Is she trying to overshadow her bigger sister?", she hid her cleverness for love. When she sang and hummed a beautiful tune, the second came running to sing along happily, she removed her words and left only her tune when someone remarked that the second sang terribly better. She wanted to show her sewing skills to her third sister, the one she was least close to, so she congratulated her enormously before asking her to teach her, and her sister in turn surpassed her in just a few days. While this feeling, which she had had inside her since childhood, burned inside her, she remained silent. Even when the man she had loved since she was young married her second sister, she remained silent. She was the fifth, wasn't it normal for her to be at the back? In fact, she was the only one who didn't think it was normal. She kept this feeling to herself, letting it fester and rot deep inside her. Although she had distanced herself from all her sisters so as not to have to deal with her feelings, she learned the hard way about plants and how to care for them in order to give herself a new image. Her fourth sister, who remained at her side at the time, admired her and wanted to follow in her footsteps. Once again, she was surpassed. Where all her sisters loved each other and loved her, she was envious of everything they had. Why had none of them let her be anything other than the silent, docile fifth daughter of the king?

The king's fifth daughter was a humble girl, quiet and a good listener, but she never spoke up for herself, nobody remembered her voice, her talents or even her in general. But after all, she was only the king's fifth daughter, the one who hadn't cried over the death of one of her sisters. Yes, the heartless girl who had left her younger sister to die and whose first name was remembered only by her sisters. Despite her 'incompetence', due to the death of her sister, who was sent to another country for her faults, she became a priestess to one of the many gods of this world. Yet she was never recognised for her care throughout her languishing life. On the contrary, this priestess was recognised for one thing only, none of her patients were saved. She ended her life in a morbid and disconcerting silence. Such was the fifth daughter of this former king.