The seventh princess
And I didn't blame him.
Tears welled in my eyes, blurring the edges of the familiar streets. I bit down hard on my lip, trying to swallow the sobs that threatened to erupt. But the shame was a physical weight, crushing me. The confusion, the terrifying certainty that something was fundamentally wrong with me… it was too much. Silent tears spilled down my cheeks, hot and stinging against my skin. Each one felt like a fresh wave of humiliation.
Finally, Caius shifted beside me. "Princess Isla..." he began, his voice soft, hesitant. A hand, gentle and questioning, reached towards my arm.
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