CHARLOTTE'S POV
Elizabeth, my petite maid in her early twenties, clears her throat. "My lady," she begins, her voice trembling.
"I don't have time for your usual stupid gossip, Elizabeth," I interrupt dismissively.
Fumbling with her apron, Elizabeth takes a step closer, determined to continue."What I want to tell you is important, my lady," she says, her voice shaking slightly. I sigh, annoyed but motion for her to go on.
"My lady, Princess Isabelle has awakened," She reveals, her voice barely above a whisper. The room falls into a heavy silence, broken only by the crackling of the fireplace.
"What did you say?" I ask, my voice laced with apprehension.
"Princess Isabelle...she has woken up from her coma and the healers believe she will make a full recovery." Elizabeth stutters.
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