Fake Princess
CHAPTER 72
Diana did not realize it. I will still recognize him despite not seeing a hollow expression on his face, not hearing the order to forget the events of tonight. It was only yesterday afternoon that I sat down while chatting with Diana, but it felt like it had been a long time. Diana did not know. She really thought she was Diana, just like I was.
There was a sound of a branch breaking in the bushes, and I immediately turned around, my face was greeted by twigs and leaves, and saw a bird popping its head from behind a leaf. The bird stuck its head out at me, as if surprised to see a human standing here this early, and then flew away. I sighed, trying to calm my hunting heartbeat.
Some lied to the king and queen, brought a second false princess before them, using the same spell that fooled everyone about me all these years. A voice, between the laughter and the sedu sedan, came out of my mouth. It turned out that Paula was right; this was indeed a clever spell. It was so clever that some used it to trick the king and queen, realizing they would not check carefully to make sure the girl they were carrying was the real princess. After all, indeed they would suspect the girl as who, considering that only a few people knew about it?
Just five people, I realized when I went down my throat, five people all over Thorvaldor. The king and queen told three witches; vian, who had died, Melani, and Omar.
Maybe they told someone, I guessed. It could be someone other than them. But if Diana is not, Riana. Had they been innocent, they would not have told anyone, not then. That person won't have enough time to do anything. No, it must be one of them. Omar or Melani.
Melani, with her beauty and magic, is ready to step into campus power as soon as Omar retires. A Baroness, one of the king's closest advisers and queen. Just thinking about it makes me nauseous.
My body trembled, and it had been a while, had the fatigue gripping my muscles been made a clue. Now it was bright enough, a pale yellow light in the morning. What am I supposed to do? A shadow of myself rushed into the palace, searching for the king and queen, shouting news of my discovery to the corners of the room, filling my mind and disappearing just as quickly.
I could imagine people in the palace whispering, muttering to each other that I was making things up because my revenge or fall had driven me crazy. I could see the king and queen shaking their heads, then driving me out of the city.or worse, imprisoning me for tearing up the name of their missing daughter. I don't know if they would do such a thing, but just thinking about it is enough to make me nervous and scared.
I imagined telling Paula, but she was too weird, too outcast in her weird style to believe this kind of crazy story. I thought of others, but now my world is small, too small for something like this.
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