Isabella's POV
Three weeks.
That’s how long I’ve been trapped in this gilded cage.
For someone like me—an extrovert to her very bones, a girl who could talk the ears off a statue if given half a chance—this wasn’t just imprisonment. This was torture. A slow suffocation dressed up in silk sheets and golden walls.
The first day, I thought I could handle it. Fine, I told myself, I’ll make the best of this. Bide my time. Pretend I’m in one of those historical dramas where the princess gets locked away. Except… in those shows, the princess at least had a lady-in-waiting or a gaggle of chatty maids. I had silence.
The silence became unbearable. The four walls closed in tighter every day, squeezing me, mocking me with their stillness.
And so began my endless cycle of plans.
Week two-Day t
