Isabella found herself amidst a sea of ambitious women, all vying for the coveted role of Casmir's concubine. The air in the palace was thick with competition and intrigue. And with Alexander's unexpected breakfast announcement each and every lady buzzed with excitement for the opportunity to be whisked away by the charming prince of Arcoi.
Isabella was thankful for the activities that were brought in to keep the ladies of the court busy with the gossip and bullying had become unbearable to the point that she would rather prefer staying in her room all day. Despite the activities there was still gossip and sabotage more than she had ever experienced in her life as a princess.
"I can't believe that someone would tamper with my hair products." Lady Matilda pulled at her tangled red hair, the pout on her lips pulling tight with each tug of her hair. "Could someone give me a hand with this?"
