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CHAPTER FIFTY-FOUR
Later that night, I find myself seated in the kitchen, the soft glow of the overhead lights casting a warm ambiance over the room. With my dinner on the counter and my beloved book in hand. Having whiled away
the day immersed in its pages, I'm already halfway through. Beside me, Beatrice observes with mild interest, her gaze
lingering on the book clenched in my grasp.
"For a princess, I'm surprised you had the time to take up
such a human hobby," she remarks, her tone tinged with curiosity.
"You would be surprised," I reply, forcing a smile as
memories of my unconventional childhood flood my mind.
"Why does it sound like you didn’t have a typical royal
upbringing?" Beatrice probes gently, her keen intuition cutting through my
facade.
"You could say that," I murmur, turning a page in my
book before taking a bite of my dinner, attempting to deflect her inquiries.
But Beatrice isn't easily deterre
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