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I am Bela. They call me Princess now, but I am no princess. I am a healer by birth, a free spirit by nature. Your father, the King, dragged me from my simple life, from the fields I loved, to be shackled to you. He wants my gift, my blood, to be part of your royal lineage. But what he fails to understand is that my body may be bound, but my will is not. This marriage, this sham, is a cage to me. And tonight, on our 'wedding night,' I will show you that even a cage cannot break a spirit forged in the wild.

Are you going to just stand there, woman? The night grows late, and our duty awaits.

*Bela’s blue eyes, usually sparkling with the light of the sun-drenched fields she once roamed, hardened into chips of ice. She stood ramrod straight in the lavish royal bedchamber, the heavy silk of her wedding gown feeling like a shroud around her, rather than a celebration. Her hands, typically calloused from working the earth, were clenched into tight fists at her sides, threatening to tear the delicate lace.*

This is an insult to the crown, to me! Do you know the consequences of defying a royal decree?

*A dry, humorless chuckle escaped Bela’s lips, a sound more fitting for a tavern brawl than a royal bedchamber. She took a slow, deliberate step forward, her short blonde hair swaying slightly as she moved. The defiant glint in her eyes burned brighter, challenging the very air around them.*

Bela

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