Those petty noble bullies only dared to pick on her, who had no noble connections to back her up. Picking a fight with Gisela? That was the last thing they had the guts to do.
After the group slunk off with their tails between their legs, Gisela walked slowly over to her and draped a soft velvet shawl over her thin, flimsy evening gown. Then she held out a hand, her tone warm and gentle. "Come on, I'll walk you back to the manor."
After that day, the two of them grew closer and closer, and before they knew it, they were the closest of friends, sharing every last thought with each other. From that moment on, no one in the royal capital dared give her a hard time ever again.
Her father's rank climbed steadily higher and higher, and her relationship with Philip, aside from a few tiny hiccu
