[Isabella’s POV] I can feel something enveloping my body and it made me feel a little hot. I slowly open my sleepy eyes. The room was dimly lit with the early morning rays from the sun. When my eyes started to adjust to the light, I realized that this room wasn’t mine. ’Where am I? What happened last night?’ I thought in panic. Then I remembered the events from yesterday. Ragnar and I had a misunderstanding and he was angry with me because of it. Because I didn’t want to end the day with us not making up, I decided to go look for him. Along the way, I see Snow. She helped me sneak past the guards and lead the way to Ragnar’s living quarters. When we arrived, the room was empty. Ragnar hasn’t come back yet. ’You wait here for your prince charming.’ I remember Snow said. ’Have fun.’ I was confused with Snow’s words at first. But when my eyes swept towards the big bed, then I realized what ’Have fun’ meant. My cheeks started to heat up. After Snow left, I sat down on the

"I know that you have knowledge of your lineage, princess. You don’t need to be wary of me because we are family." Prince Darius takes a sip of his tea casually.My eyes went wide in surprise. ’What did he mean by that?’ I thought.As if prince Darius read my mind, he answered. "It is literally what I meant. You and I are both from the royal blood line of Sparta . Your mother Snow White , was my mother Fiona’s twin sister." He gave me a smile as confirmation. "So you mean... we are cousins." I tried to hide my surprise. "Yes, we are." Prince Darius said. "Then, how did you become the crown prince of Geneva?" I asked in curiosity. "It is like how you became a princess of Wales." Prince Darius said. "But the difference is, my mother became the queen while your mother just became a concubine."I was processing the information Darius was giving me. ’So I still have a blood relative.’ I thought. "And another difference is, I am of purer blood than yours." Prince Darius looked my way.

At a remote road in the outskirts of the Kingdom, the carriage bringing the ex-queen is seen. The road they are taking leads to the tower of Doom, which is a week’s travel from the capital. At the tower, the ex-queen will be spending the rest of her days in house arrest.Inside the carriage, the ex-queen Charlotte is wearing plain clothes. She isn’t wearing any make up and her hair is only tied into a pony tail. Her appearance now is a far cry from her former self, who was always dressed in luxurious clothes and exquisite jewelry. Her hair is always styled with shining hair ornaments that compliments her beauty.Now she is just a whisp of her former self, traveling to the last destination of her life. Looking at her like this, one would wonder how a queen who was high above all others would plumet down to nothing.The ex-queen was silently seating inside her carriage, outside are royal knights riding in their horses guarding her.Charlotte just took one maid with her. This maid has be

[Ragnar’s POV]Darkness has enveloped the outside as the night had fallen. Charlotte was inside a dimly lit room, strapped on a chair. She was still sleeping because of the drug. "Wake her up." I told Kyler. "Yes." Kyler bowed. He took a vial from his pocket and walked towards where Charlotte was seated.Kyler opened the vial and put it under Charlotte’s nose. Not long, Charlotte gasped awake. "W-Where am I?" She was still visibly disoriented, looking around the room. "My queen, are you awake now?" I hooked one side of my mouth up. "P-Prince Ragnar ...you.." Charlotte stammered. "Do you remember what happened?" I asked nonchalantly.Charlotte was visibly distraught. I knew she was now panicking internally. She thought that she was saved by me but in fact it was the opposite. She tried to move but saw that her whole body was strapped on a chair. "What is the meaning of this?!" She roared. "What do you think is it, queen?" I replied with a smile. "How dare you, do this to me?!"

[Isabella’s POV] It has been a few days since Ragnar left the capital for some business. As for me, I have been in my courtyard all this time contemplating the news about my mother being alive. I am taking a stroll at the rose garden this morning, just after breakfast. "Princess Isabella." Philips said while escorting me in my walk. "You have been sighing for many times now. If you have any problems, you know that you can confide with me."I looked at Philip in a daze. He was looking at me with worry in his eyes. This made me snap out from my daze."I didn’t realize that I have been sighing." I smiled at him."Well you have been out of it this past few days." Philips said. "You know you can talk to me, Isa."I looked at Philip and contemplated. He has been a loyal friend to me and I know he won’t ever betray my trust. I sighed heavily and looked at the light blue sky with white clouds passing by."Philips, what if your mother was still alive?" I asked metaphorically. "I mean, what