Closure| What Happened to Rein Aurelia?

                                    

                                          
Tumultuous winds overlook Reine de Reqiul Aurelia. Her face feels numb. Her neck hurts. Her body was covered in mud and blood. In every way, she felt as if she was nothing. And she was. She was nothing. She had been nothing all along.
Villainess? A reverse harem of her own? Puh! Fake. Everything was made specifically geared for her downfall. 
"Reine de Requil Aurelia. Common name Rein Aurelia. Your crimes against the Royal Family have gone unnoticed for far too long." A familiar, vile voice resounds. The girl in question forced her head to look up at the dais. 
And there she was. The true power behind the throne.
The Queen Dowager herself. 
"For your crimes, we sentence you," Her cruel sneer, the lion's mane cascading her shoulders to hide Reine's visage from the rest of her family, even the way she stood. Fuck her. Fuck all of them. Her hands were stained because of them and yet they still roam free, while she takes the brunt of the public's hatred. 
"Death by hanging. At sunrise, your body shall be hung for the entirety of our motherland to see." This is a lesson for you to learn, and a show for me to wholeheartedly enjoy, a quiet addition that was heard only in her head. Reine felt disgusted. Dread. And most of all, she felt anger. 
She was toyed with, like a trinket in the hands of a child. 
And she didn't notice the strings until it was too late.
[New host is now entering the role...]
There was once a time when a young girl held the hope that she could change her doomed fate. In her first life, she was persecuted under false accusations of attempted murder. In her second, she died due to being in the wrong place and at the wrong time with the wrong actions to back her up. In her third, she trusted the wrong people. 
Today marks her fourth reawakening. 
It was a normal day, by all accounts. She was Raenne de Requil Aurelia. A relative of an Archduke. A daughter who was so pathetic in the eyes of her family that even with her status as the eldest, she was thrown aside for her younger, better-minded half-sister. She had no ranking and no reputation to be remembered by, and she had no connections to pull because of her sheltered upbringing. In other words, she was a blank slate to society, and she had no value whatsoever. 
Maybe it was the feeling that she wasn't good enough. Or maybe it was when she saw her sister that day, and that sister of hers was surrounded by people who loved and cared for the girl, so unlike Raenne's situation. Honestly, she couldn't recall much of the hows and whys, but for one moment, she was just this; a lonely girl with empty titles, and in the next, she was Raen, and her memories of three lifetimes became known. 
Love. Betrayal. Love. Disappointment. 
This was the mantra all her previous lives followed. She felt tired. She felt like she had been walking a tightrope for too long.
She also felt like she wanted to throw up. 
Spoons clatter and cups break on the floor as her head pounds and her hands move without any direction, an attempt to retrieve back her much-lost composure. It was too much, however, the memories flooding and overflowing, and with Raen wanting something to help her, anything that could give her a semblance of control, she tried to stand up, only to find herself slumping back. The sounds of the maids' sudden surprise and how the sun seemed too bright that day meshed in the background. Too much. Too little. She couldn't decide. All she could discern from herself at that time was that she wanted the pain to go away, to stop bothering her.