Beatrice Point of View
She looked as though she had stepped from the very tales she once whispered to me in the quiet of night, when I was but a mere child tucked beneath her care.
A princess—
Not by title alone…
But in truth.
Celeste had never needed to strive for beauty, nor charm, nor grace.
She was those things.
Effortlessly.
She had always been a comfort to me—soft in her words, gentle in her touch, and kind in a way this world did not deserve. There was a warmth within her that no hardship had ever managed to dim.
And that frightened me.
More now than ever.
For her heart…
Was not made for cruelty.
And yet, she stood upon the edge of a life where cruelty had long been woven into its very foundation.
She had grown into a woman of quiet strength—one not forged in harshnes
