The seventh princess
Papa called out, his voice echoing through the hall.
I approached, my heart doing a nervous flutter. Caius turned, his kind eyes lighting up as he saw me. He was even more handsome in person, his presence exuding a quiet confidence.
“Princess Isla,” he said, his voice a warm melody, bowing with graceful formality. “It is a pleasure to finally have this opportunity.”
“Prince Caius,” I replied, managing a polite curtsy, a faint blush rising on my cheeks. For a fleeting moment, his genuine interest in me offered a sliver of hope, a possibility of a life beyond the encroaching shadows.
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