His Mafia princess
“Yes, Father, she replied, though her heart resisted every word.
Her cousin, Adriana, often teased her about it. Adriana was different—wild where Emily was
restrained, outspoken where Emily was cautious. Whenever Adriana visited the palace, she
would sneak into Emily’s chambers with wine hidden under her coat and whisper,
“You need to break free, cousin. A princess should live, not just exist.
” Emily would laugh, though the truth in Adriana’s words burned in her chest.
But Emily carried herself with the grace her role demanded. She knew her people needed to
see her as untouchable, perfect, radiant. And perhaps she would have managed to live her