Isabel, in her youth, was renowned for her beauty, and now at thirty-five, her youthful glow had faded, yet years as a queen had graced her with a different kind of allure. The sense of naivety had withdrawn, replaced by a majestic demeanor and a sovereign's authority, all of which were reflected in her.
She donned her most exquisite, most ceremonious garments and put on her crown, just as she had for every grand ceremony in the kingdom, dressed to the nines.
She walked leisurely through the foreign halls of Pincer City's palace, her head high and her chest out, overflowing with the aura of a queen.
Seeing her in this state, many servants within the Pincer Palace couldn't help but gather and whisper among themselves. After their initial amazement at her presence, their thoughts surprisingly converged.
"Does this dethroned monarch really consider this place her court?"
"Ha, how ridiculous."
"Mr. Gu will teach her a profound lesson."
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