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Chapter 8 – The Unwanted Crown

Penulis: Mirabel
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-09-07 05:24:16

ELLA POV

The pack-house had been transformed into a hive of frantic energy. Bolts of fabric lay draped over chairs, seamstresses darted from room to room with pins between their teeth, and the head cook barked orders at the apprentices in the kitchen below, through every corridor the scent of roasted meat and honeyed bread drifted all across.

At the center of it all, stood Ella, she stood like a mannequin draped in lace. A seamstress circled all around her, while tugging at the hem of her gown, she clucked her tongue talking about adjustments. The was no denying the fact that the dress was beautiful, it was a white silk with threads of silver that shimmered in the light, the kind of garment she had only ever seen or heard in fairy tales.

But Ella felt nothing of such.

Every tug of fabric felt like another stitch in the cage which was closing around her. Every whispered compliment from the women at her side was another reminder that this wasn’t her choice. This was all about duty. This
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