beatrice le roux. d1 || cbd 1. fin.

Every lion has a roar. Some are meek and humble, while others are loud enough to be heard miles away.

They say mine is soft, almost inaudible. That I am too young to ever lead the pride. Too small to ever bring glory back to our name. That I am not good enough.

I am simply not enough.

But I am.

It was never supposed to be the outsider. She was never supposed to come close, she was supposed to be a sacrifice. The Games were supposed to rid our family of the one last tarnish on our family crest.

Then she came home.

They all welcome her like she's one of us, as if they never despised her before her glory, but not me. I will never welcome an outsider. Her victory is false and does not save the family, it only destroys us farther.

Now I have to be the one to bring honor back to the Le Roux's, once and for all.

The strength of a lion is not only determined by her roar.

But I will make sure mine is heard.