Sindy’s Point of View
The cabin felt smaller than usual, the quiet pressing down like a weight I could not lift. I sank onto the edge of the bed, every muscle tight, my heart hammering in time with the thought that would not leave me: the wedding was in two days. The words of the Acting King during breakfast still echoed in my mind, relentless and sharp: “Prince George and Princess Victoria will marry in two days.”
Two days. That was all the time I had to prevent a mistake that could alter the kingdom forever. My chest tightened, each breath shallow as the thought gnawed at me. I had failed once, and now the consequences were unfolding in plain sight. My failure to protect Princess Victoria, to stop her from walking into a destiny I knew would mirror the tragedies of Prince George’s mot
