ISABELLA
“H...hi...” I stammered, staring at her green eyes, framed by an elegant smoky look.
The woman standing in front of me had an air of superiority that made me feel like an insect.
“I think that confirms I’m standing in front of Seraphina Savannah Olivan,” she said, her gaze moving over me slowly.
Honestly, I didn’t know how to read the way she was sizing me up.
She didn’t look hostile, but there was tension in how she assessed me.
Like I was being judged under a magnifying glass.
“That’s my name... and you are?” I asked, my heart jumping with a bad feeling.
“I’m Prince Aurelius’s mother, Queen Alondra, and I was simply curious about the Seraphina candidates,” she replied with a delicate smile.
“Y...Your Majesty...” I lowered my gaze respectfully, a cold sweat breaking out,
