We were led to the royal audience chamber, where King Theron and Queen Isolde sat on their elevated thrones. Th

eaning of what

aid, her voice

rd dared to accuse Isla of theft! It's a scandal! They've been whispe

ely silencing Anne. He looked at me, his intelligent

k of finding the spoons in my bag. I emphasize

e Crown Princess, being treated like a common criminal? My king, we m

our Majesty," he said, bowing deeply. "I am here as requested. I have reviewed the...

rust you see the gravity of this situation. We will pursue legal actio

esty, the footage... corroborates the market vendor's account. It cle

s pronouncement about the security footage. Queen Isolde was

's recording device is faulty! Our daughter, the heir to the vast wealth of Equedore, w

Queen It does seem... improbable. Isla has never shown the slightest interest in such mundane objects. It's frankly baffl

steal spoons." The memory of the insistent ringing in my head f

! To accuse the Crown Princess of such a petty crime. We will summon the market official

d absurd, Master Elmsworth assures us the footage is genuine. We cannot simply dismiss it without understanding what trul

ing, are we truly entertaining the notion that our daughter, destined to rule Equedore

t the evidence, however strange, is there. We owe it to Equedore, to uncover the truth, no matter how ridiculous the prem

inging. A shiver ran down my spine. This was no joke. Something very strange was happening to me. I couldn

le day replayed in my mind – the bewildering urge, the cold weight of the iron spoons in my hand, the disbelief in Papa and Mama's eyes. But it was the feelin

d a sharp, almost claw-like edge, and a strange energy pulsed beneath my skin, a restless uncertainty that felt