(Lina)
I stood in the grand hall, forcing myself to smile as I greeted the nobles passing by. The laughter and chatter filled the air, a façade masking the turmoil beneath.
I had to remind myself that I belonged here, even if it felt like a dream. I was determined to win back my place in this world, to earn the title of princess without being married to Nicholas.
It was a game, and I was willing to play it well. Every nod and polite smile was a strategic decision, each conversation an opportunity.
I watched as the courtiers responded to my charm, their faces lighting up with recognition, admiration, and maybe a hint of envy. This was my strategy—if I could win them over, they would see me as more than just a discarded princess; they would see me as Isabella, a woman worthy of the crown.
