I caught the glimmer of something knowing in Margaret's eyes. "I truly didn't know."
My turn. Time to take the stage.
It was the perfect moment to play the pure, innocent, and pitiable one.
After all, people instinctively side with the underdog before they learn the full story. Why else would everyone love the kind-hearted princesses while scorning the wicked queens?
Adopting the demeanor of an obedient, well-mannered debutante, I offered a conciliatory explanation. "My parents always treated her as if she were their own daughter."
"I think they were just trying to protect Fiona's pride," I added softly, lowering my gaze. "It's my fault for not being able to stay with my parents because of my health. That's probably why there's been so much confusion."
The moment I finished, my expre
