CHAPTER.1
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As Princess Isabella sits at the grand piano in the royal chamber, tears streaming down her cheeks
She plays a haunting melody that echoes through the empty halls of the palace.
Each note is a poignant reminder of the turmoil raging within her heart.
Meanwhile, King Romanov, burdened by the weight of his daughter's unhappiness,
He stands outside the door of the chambers listening to the sad notes of the music filling the room.
His heart is burdened with regret and sorrow as he tries to figure out how to repair the rift between them.
King Romanov enters the chamber and approaches his daughter, “ you know you
Can't make a choice of your own you are
A princess, moreover I have to keep the
Friendship and business plans I have with Prince Lucas' father.
Please my Child accept your betrothed Lucas and make me the happiest father
On earth “
Isabella stood up with tears streaming down her cheek “ No father!! You can't make me marry a Man I barely know
I have no feelings for him, please father,
I want to go for my choice, I want to be
With my happiness Refael,
Lucas. Whatever His name is, I don't know him, I don't Care about him, he doesn't care about me,
Does he know my likes and dislikes?
We are both unfamiliar with each other and have no knowledge about one another.
Father please, allow me make my choice
Am human just like everyone else, please father allow me to make my choice”.
No, my child! you have to choose Lucas
I see no bad in him, his caring, respectfully, nice gentle most importantly
Hard working. He is a good and perfect husband for you, says King Romanov.
As Queen Bianca silently enters the chamber, her heart aching at the sight of her daughter's tears and the palpable
tension between her and King Romanov, she struggles to maintain her composure. Her presence goes unnoticed by Isabella and King Romanov, lost in their own turmoil.
Princess Isabella angrily ran to her room
Crying in the arms of her nanny Eleanor.
Princess Isabella sought comfort in the arms of her nanny, Eleanor, within the confines of her room.
She tearfully shared her concerns about her father's reluctance to allow her autonomy over her father's decisions.
"why doesn't he want me to be happy?"
Eleanor embraced Isabella tightly, feeling sorry for the princess who was struggling with her father's demands.
She offered Isabella comfort and reassurance through gentle words and gestures.
In a soft, calming tone, Eleanor whispered to Isabella, providing her the solace she longed for.
Dear Isabella,” Eleanor murmured softly, her voice gentle and comforting.
"Your father adores you more than anything in this world.
However, sometimes his sense of duty and adherence to tradition may overshadow his true feelings.
Over time, he might understand the extent of your love for Rafael and the firmness of your convictions.
As Isabella snuggled into Eleanor's hug, a glimmer of hope broke through her father's disapproval, hinting at a better future.
In that instant, as the two women held on to each other in the comfort of Isabella's room, they found courage in their connection, confident that love would triumph eventually.
Isabella's mom worked into the room, “excuse us Eleanor I want to speak with my child”
When Isabella's mother came into the room, her presence brought comfort and reassurance.
Eleanor stepped back and left them alone to have some privacy.
Queen Bianca spoke gently to Isabella as she sat next to her on the cosy sofa, taking
her shaky hand and expressing understanding for the tough situation Isabella was going through.
“Although your father's choices might appear strict and unjust, please remember
that he is acting with your best interests as well as the kingdom's in mind.”
She realised that her mother's words were genuine and filled with love, which sparked a sense of hope within her.
“But what about my own happiness, Mother?" Isabella murmured sadly.
"Doesn't that count too?" Queen Bianca sighed, feeling the burden of her daughter's sorrow weighing heavily on her heart.
She squeezed Isabella's hand gently, her touch a silent reassurance of her love and support.
"Of course, your happiness matters, my dear," Queen Bianca said, her voice filled with determination.
"And I promise you, we will find a way to make things right. Together.
As Isabella's rage reached its peak, she suddenly stood up from the couch, her hands shaking as she covered her mouth to hold back the tears.
With resolve, she walked towards the door, feeling weighed down by a mix of frustration and hopelessness.
Isabella left her room without looking back, opening the door and walking down the corridor as she escaped from the palace.
She cried as she wandered through the halls, her thoughts entirely focused on Rafael and the difficult predicament she was in.
As the night progressed and Princess Isabella still hadn't come back to her room, Queen Bianca became more and more worried.
Her concern for her daughter's safety intensified with each passing moment, pushing aside her own anxieties and doubts.
"where is my daughter? she screamed”
Queen Bianca urgently called for the palace guards and staff to assist in the search for Isabella,
carefully combing through every nook and cranny of the palace grounds in a desperate attempt to find any trace of Isabelle,
Fear gripped her heart as she envisioned the various perils that Isabella could potentially encounter in the shadows of the night.
As the time passed, Queen Bianca's anxiety grew more intense, her mind filled with countless frightening scenarios.
Despite her fear, she remained hopeful that Isabella would be located unharmed and refused to succumb to hopelessness.
King Romanov was overcome with a sense of panic and guilt when he found out about Isabella's disappearance.
As the leader of the kingdom, he felt the heavy burden of responsibility for his daughter's safety weighing heavily on him.
"Go, Go , go and search for my daughter,I want her back to the palace immediately!!"
he said to the palace guards.
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