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 First.

    The sun had not yet fully risen when Priscilla Lorena Albani woke up, the soft morning glow filtering through the curtains of her room. Students of noble blood and those from other prominent families would now live under the same roof, a decision that generated both intrigue and a certain uneasiness among the more traditional families. Priscilla got out of bed, smoothing the skirt of her dress as she looked at herself in the mirror. Her face reflected a mixture of nerves and determination. Although she was a princess, granddaughter of the queen and future heir to the throne, today she would be no different to any other young girl attending her first day of school.

    She knew that expectations of her would be high, but also that many eyes would be fixed on her, not only because of her title, but because of what she represented at court.

    The sound of her maid''s footsteps brought her back to the present. She entered wearing a simpler-than-usual formal dress, suitable for a day at school, with an air of nervousness that she could not hide.

    ¡ªYour Highness, the carriage is ready. ¡ª she said with a smile.

    Priscilla nodded, her thoughts wandering to the news she had recently heard. The change in the rules had shaken the nobility, creating a sea of rumors about how the relationships between the most powerful families might change, and how some young people would be exposed to new influences.

    By the time she arrived at school, the atmosphere was already full of whispers. The nobles, who until now had been separated in private academies and with exclusive tutors, were now mixing with high society families who did not belong to the nobility but had their own ties of power and influence. The scene was different, and Priscilla felt slightly out of place as she walked among so many unfamiliar faces.

    On her way to the main building, her eyes met a figure that stood out among the students. It was Maximo Adri¨¢n Valois, the son of the Viscount of Valois. Despite his recent rise in the court, Maximo''s presence caused a stir wherever he went. His deep eyes and elegant bearing left no one indifferent. Moreover, his arrival had been accompanied by a lot of rumors about his close relationship with Selene Katherina Akvis, the daughter of Baron Akvis, a young woman with a haughty air who seemed to share a strange chemistry with Maximus. No one knew if their relationship was romantic, but the courtesy between the two only fueled speculation.

    Selene, with her dazzling beauty, was no stranger to curious stares. However, her family did not have the best reputation. Although they were known for their wealth and their ability to trade, scandals about their marriages to people of lower classes continued to haunt their name. Despite these conflicts, the Akvis family had managed to stay in high society, thanks in large part to their economic power. Selene knew how to use her position, but her arrogant attitude kept her at a distance from many of the other young women, who found her difficult to get along with. However, her relationship with Maximus had caused more than a few whispers, and Selene wasted no opportunity to take advantage of the situation.

    Priscilla watched the two young people, M¨¢ximo and Selene, chatting animatedly from a distance, and couldn''t help feeling slightly uncomfortable. The fact that the young man, now close to becoming a viscount, was so close to Selene caused a strange feeling in her stomach, although she couldn''t identify exactly why. She knew that the court''s expectations were placed on him, especially in his relationship with a young noblewoman. However, Priscilla couldn''t help but wonder if those expectations would also be placed on her.

    As she went deeper into the building, a group of students approached her, greeting her respectfully. Some were nobles from minor families, others were from high society, but they all showed a cautious attitude in the presence of the princess. The first day was proving to be more of a challenge than she had anticipated.

    The bell rang, announcing the start of classes. The students dispersed quickly, and Priscilla made her way to her classroom. The room was decorated with sober elegance, and the desks were arranged in perfect rows.

    On entering, Priscilla noticed the fixed gaze of Maximo Adri¨¢n Valois. He was sitting in the corner of the room, calm in his bearing, but his gaze met hers involuntarily.

    ¡ªYour Highness. ¡ª Maximo greeted her with a slight bow of the head, breaking the silence in the air.

    Priscilla nodded politely, although a small wave of unease ran through her body. At that moment, she realized that this first day would only be the beginning of something much more complicated than she had imagined. Something in the air seemed to indicate that the relationship between her and Maximo could be more than just courtesy. And as she watched Selene, the sense of conflict between them all intensified.

    The bell rang again and class began. However, Priscilla couldn''t help wondering how many of the rumors swirling around her were true. Was Maximo really as close to Selene as they said? And if he wasn''t, what did that mean for her? The answers seemed far away, but the only thing that was clear was that this day would mark the beginning of something much bigger. A subtle conflict was already underway, and the princess found herself at the center of it, unable to do anything to prevent it.

    Suddenly, the bell rang again, and the students got up to go to their next class. Priscilla sighed deeply, ready to face whatever came next, but not quite knowing what to expect.

    The hours at school passed slowly. Classes followed their normal course, but the atmosphere was not like the one Priscilla had experienced in the palace, among history books and private tutorials. Here, conversations revolved not only around knowledge, but also about rumors, influences, and relationships among members of high society. Although she tried to concentrate, the presence of Maximo continued to haunt her mind. Every time their eyes met, a strange sensation would envelop her. She didn''t understand what she was feeling, but something inside her kept drawing her attention. The way he looked at her, as if he didn''t care what others thought, baffled her.

    Throughout the day, Priscilla couldn''t help but catch Maximus''s eye more than once, and each time, that strange connection seemed to intensify. At recess, despite the surrounding murmurs, her attention inevitably fell on him. However, Selene was always close by, like a shadow, always alert, always attentive to every detail. Although there was nothing to suggest a romantic relationship between them, Priscilla couldn''t help thinking that something else was going on between them, something she couldn''t see, but could feel in the air.

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    Classes continued with more of the same: political theory, history, science. Nothing seemed to fully capture Priscilla''s attention, and without meaning to, her mind kept returning to Maximo. Why did she find it so hard to stop thinking about him? She knew that the rumors about his family and his closeness to Selene didn''t help to clarify her thoughts. However, beyond the curiosity he aroused in her, there was a restlessness she couldn''t understand. Was it just the presence of such an enigmatic young man that disconcerted her?

    Finally, the bell for the end of classes rang, and Priscilla got up, along with the rest of the students. As she left the school, a cool breeze caressed her, but her mind was still caught up in her thoughts. The day was over, but something inside her said that this day would not be forgotten.

    On returning to the palace, the maid led her through the corridors to her room. Priscilla felt exhausted, but something else was bothering her. As she undressed to change, she heard laughter and conversation coming from the main hall. On leaving, she found her grandmother, the queen, surrounded by servants and courtiers.

    ¡ªGrandmother. ¡ª said Priscilla, somewhat confused. ¡ªWhat''s going on?

    ¡ªMy dear, I have organized a ball for tonight. ¡ª replied the queen with a smile, as if it were all part of a routine. ¡ªIt is to celebrate the start of the academic year, but also to strengthen some relationships. I need you to be ready to receive the guests.

    Priscilla looked at her in silence, not knowing exactly what to say. A ball, a celebration, were always opportunities for the most influential families to get closer to each other, to forge alliances or, in some cases, for conflicts to arise. She wasn''t sure if she wanted to participate in that dynamic, especially after what she had experienced during the day.

    The queen, however, seemed excited, as if everything were under control. ¡ªThe Valois will be here soon. Maximo Adrien, the viscount''s son, is invited, as is the Himt family. ¡ª she added, almost as if she didn''t want the princess to forget that detail.

    On hearing the name Maximo, a strange feeling ran through Priscilla. The idea of seeing him that night, in a different environment to the school, made her feel even more confused. The worry that had begun to grow in her about his presence seemed to become more intense, and she didn''t know if that was a good or a bad thing.

    Priscilla retired to her room to get ready, but as she looked at herself in the mirror, something in her reflection seemed different. The thought of Maximo was still on her mind, and for a moment, she wondered if all this was just a passing curiosity or if something much more complicated was beginning to develop.

    ¡°What does all this mean?¡±, she thought as she got dressed. The truth was that she still didn''t know if it was a simple attraction, a nascent interest or something deeper that she couldn''t understand.

    When she was finally ready, she descended the palace stairs and made her way to the main hall, where the guests were beginning to arrive. The murmur of conversation and music filled the air, but in her mind, only one question resonated: How prepared was she to face whatever this night might bring, especially with Maximus there?

    The sun had already set when Priscilla got ready for the dance. She decided to wear a beige dress, one that had been specially designed for her, with delicate floral prints in soft shades that evoked the colors of autumn: oranges, reds and golds. The dress was elegant, but not excessive, in keeping with the occasion. She complemented it with jewelry that shone with the autumnal tones: amber earrings and a delicate necklace of golden pearls that sparkled in the soft light of the candles in the hall. However, despite how beautiful the ensemble was, a growing anxiety invaded her. There was something in the air, something she couldn''t understand, that made her feel strange. And everything pointed to the same person: Maximo Adri¨¢n Valois.

    As she looked at herself in the mirror, she thought she should calm down. ¡°It''s nothing,¡± she kept telling herself, ¡°it''s just a celebration, one more night with all those guests.¡± But, despite her attempts to convince herself, the feeling didn''t go away. Something inside her was deeply unsettling her. She knew that Maximo would be there, and that idea made her more nervous than she wanted to admit.

    As she entered the hall, the music began to fill the air, and the place was already lit up with thousands of soft lights. The courtiers and nobles were arriving, and her grandmother, the queen, seemed to be enjoying every moment, greeting the guests graciously. Priscilla, however, was distracted, her mind drifting between the conversations and the murmurs. Although she tried to be cordial and smile at those present, she couldn''t stop thinking about the idea of meeting Maximus face to face that night.

    Shortly afterwards, when the last guests arrived, Priscilla saw the figure she didn''t want to see, but at the same time couldn''t help but expect. There he was, Maximo Adri¨¢n Valois, in all his splendour, with his elegant bearing and a smile that disarmed any kind of indifference. The fact that he was there, at that moment, in that place, made her heart skip a beat, and the nerves she had tried to calm began to surface again.

    She approached him, and when their eyes met, a shiver ran through her body. A subtle smile appeared on his face, as charming as ever, but that did not calm Priscilla''s nerves. When he approached to greet her, he took her hand with a gentleness that made her tingle. Without warning, he gave her a delicate kiss on the hand, a gesture that made her heart beat faster than she would have liked to admit.

    ¡ªYour Highness, how beautiful you are tonight,¡± Maximo said with a kind smile, complimenting her dress with a look of genuine appreciation. ¡ªThat color suits you perfectly.¡±

    For a moment, time seemed to stand still. They both stared at each other, and during those brief seconds, Priscilla felt a strange connection, as if all the noise in the room disappeared and there were only the two of them. However, before she could fully process what she was feeling, the moment was interrupted.

    Suddenly, a figure approached with quick steps, her laughter resonating throughout the room, and the atmosphere changed instantly. Selene Katherina Akvis appeared, with her imposing presence and defiant attitude, greeting Priscilla quickly and disinterestedly.

    ¡ªAh, Princess. ¡ª Selene said with a cold smile, without losing her arrogant tone. ¡ªHow nice to see you at this party.

    Before Priscilla could reply, Selene turned to Maximo, took him by the arm and gently pulled him away.

    ¡ªCome on, Maximo, there are other people waiting for you too. ¡ª Selene said in a low voice, as if the conversation they had just had was of no importance. It was enough for Maximo, although somewhat reluctant, to walk away with her.

    Priscilla stood there, motionless, not quite understanding what had just happened. Selene''s interruption had been so abrupt that it had not only broken the eye contact she shared with Maximo, but it had also left a strange feeling in the air, an uneasiness that Priscilla did not know how to deal with.

    As she watched Selene and Maximo walk away, a new wave of confusion washed over her. Why had that interaction with Maximo made her so nervous? And why, when she saw Selene so close to him, did she feel that mixture of insecurity and jealousy, although she couldn''t understand why?

    She decided she couldn''t keep thinking about it. She had come to the ball to enjoy the night, to relax and not let thoughts about Maximo or Selene get the better of her. However, a small part of her knew that tonight had only just begun, and that there was still much to discover.

 Second.

    The party came to an end, and the last chords of the music began to fade as the guests said their goodbyes. The queen, standing in the center of the room, asked for silence and addressed everyone in a solemn tone. The candlelight illuminated her face, revealing the maturity and authority that only years of reigning could bestow. The murmuring stopped, and all eyes turned to her, the matriarch of the royal family.

    ¡ªMy dear friends and nobles. ¡ª the queen began, her voice clear and resonant. I want to thank you for your presence here tonight, for your continued support of our family. ¡ªThis season, as every year, marks the beginning of the marriage season. Marriages between our houses, unions that will strengthen ties and consolidate power.

    The queen paused, and the room fell into absolute silence, aware of the importance of her words.

    ¡ªThis year, as always, we will bestow royal blessings on the young ladies who have distinguished themselves in their efforts and behavior, who have been worthy of our favor. And as part of our family, my dear granddaughter, Priscilla, will receive our blessing, but you should know that she will not enjoy any special privileges because of her title. Like all the others, she must earn her place by proving her worth and her hard work.

    The Queen''s words echoed in Priscilla''s ears, and her heart beat faster than she would have liked. She knew her grandmother was trying to maintain fairness among the young noblewomen, but she couldn''t help feeling a strange pressure. Expectations of her were high, not only because of her lineage, but also because of what she was expected to achieve in this season of marriages. There would be no shortcuts for the princess; she would have to earn her place among the others.

    After the queen''s words, the party continued with the last dances and conversations, but Priscilla could hardly enjoy the evening. Her mind was still caught up in what her grandmother had said. How could she stand out from the rest if she had always lived in the shadow of her title?

    The night passed quickly, and when the last guests said goodbye, Priscilla retired to her room. Her mind was still racing as she changed, letting herself be carried away by the nightly routine. She took off her elegant dress and put on something more comfortable, a simple nightgown. As she looked at herself in the mirror, her thoughts faded away in the stillness of the night. ¡°Tomorrow is another day,¡± she thought. But she wasn''t so sure things would be as easy as she hoped.

    The next day, the sun timidly peeked over the horizon, and Priscilla, as always, woke up early. The rhythm of the palace did not stop, and she was no exception. As a princess, she had to attend school along with the other young people of the nobility, but in her mind, the future seemed like a series of heavy expectations that she could hardly assimilate.

    The day began like any other. After a light breakfast, Priscilla was accompanied by her maid to the carriage that would take her to school. Although the city was full of activity, she couldn''t help feeling alienated from it all. On arrival, as always, she went straight to her classroom. When she entered the room, the atmosphere was already charged with murmurs and laughter.

    There, in their usual place, were Selene and Maximo. As always, Selene seemed to be glued to Maximo, her flirtatious and confident attitude contrasting with the indifference that Maximo seemed to show towards her. Selene watched him with a triumphant smile, enjoying every moment by his side. She couldn''t help it, but the presence of Selene clinging to him was unbearable. Her brazen attitude, her way of being, was something that Priscila did not understand, but she had learned to ignore.

    Priscila let out an ironic laugh at the sight of the scene. It was impossible not to notice the obvious, and although she didn''t want to get involved, she couldn''t help her mind making conjectures about the nature of the relationship between the two. The truth was that despite Selene''s closeness to Maximo, something inside her told her that not everything was so simple.

    With a wry smile on her face, Priscilla made her way to her seat, a place that had been assigned next to Maximo.

    There was a corridor between them, but she knew full well that it would not be easy to ignore him, especially after the strange feeling she had had the night before. She sat down, tried to concentrate on the books and what the teacher was explaining, but in her mind there were still thoughts she couldn''t understand. Why did just seeing him make her nervous? What did it all mean?

    The day had begun with a new sensation, one that, although familiar, made her uncomfortable. And without realizing it, the wedding season was beginning to influence her life more than she had anticipated.

    The sun streamed through the silk curtains that adorned the windows of the Akvis family''s luxurious living room.

    Selene was sitting in one of the finest armchairs in the house, with an air of disdain that only she could maintain. In her hand, she held a silver dagger, staring fixedly at the dance of shadows cast by the evening light. Her mind, however, was far from the calm serenity of her home, focused on one thing: Maximo Adri¨¢n Valois.

    She had been watching him for weeks, as if she were waiting for the right moment to approach him, to strengthen the relationship that she knew could benefit her enormously. Maximo, the Viscount''s son, had become one of the most coveted figures in high society, and she had no intention of letting him escape. She had made up her mind and had already drawn up her plan. She didn''t care that he didn''t show the same interest as the others; she knew that, with time, he would get used to her presence. But what really bothered her was the arrival of Princess Priscilla, a young woman who, because of her title and her position, represented an obstacle.

    Selene knew that the princess was a challenge, not because of her beauty, which, although undeniable, did not make her afraid, but because of her status. The royal crown, the House of Albani, everything she represented. She knew she had to be careful, she was willing to take steps to ensure that she was not a threat to her. And no, she was not going to let a spoiled and arrogant girl like the princess stand in her way to Maximo.

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    She got up gracefully, leaving the dagger on the table and walking towards the window overlooking the garden. The gardens of the Akvis house had always been her refuge, a place where she could reflect and gather her thoughts. But today, the anger she felt could not be contained.

    ¡ªThe princess¡­¡ª she muttered under her breath, as if the mere mention of her name left a bitter taste in her mouth. ¡ªThat spoiled child who thinks she has everything she needs just because she''s the queen''s granddaughter.

    Selene couldn''t stop thinking about Priscilla, about how she saw her as a threat. The princess''s presence had altered the dynamic at school, and although Selene tried to hide it, the discomfort she felt was palpable. The way the princess walked through the corridors, with that self-confidence, that calm that made her stand out, made her feel uncomfortable in a way she couldn''t ignore.

    ¡ªDoes she think she''s going to win Maximus''s heart just because she''s a princess? ¡ª said Selene in a low voice, almost mocking. ¡ª What she doesn''t know is that neither her title nor her arrogance will get her very far.

    Selene let out a bitter laugh. The thought that the princess could take Maximus away from her infuriated her. She, a simple young woman from a family with a less prestigious name, was not going to allow a newcomer to steal what she considered hers. She was not going to give in. Selene, like many in her position, knew that relationships in high society were not only based on love, but also on power, influence, and alliances. And she was willing to do whatever it took to secure her place.

    Selene let out a heavy sigh, her eyes shining with determination as she thought of the princess. ¡°Maybe I should put her in her place, not let her think she can impose herself just because of her name,¡± she thought.

    She sat back down, crossing her legs with deliberate elegance, and thought about what she would do from now on. At school, everything seemed normal, but inside, the pieces were already shifting. She was sure that what she needed to do was to make a difference, to show everyone that the princess was nothing more than a young noblewoman who had been lucky enough to be born into a powerful family. However, Selene also knew that she needed a strategy. She couldn''t act impulsively. Politeness, the appearance of kindness, was essential to her plans.

    ¡ªThe princess¡­ really thinks she''s special¡­¡ª she muttered, slowly twirling the tip of her dagger on the table. ¡ªBut she will soon learn that true royalty is not just a matter of blood, but of knowing how to play one''s cards.

    That night, Selene had dinner with her family, but her thoughts were still on Maximus, on the princess, and on how everything she had planned so far could be altered if she didn''t act quickly. The marriage season was approaching, and she was ready to take her next step. However, the presence of Priscilla still haunted her mind like a shadow, and her anger grew stronger and stronger.

    Selene was determined to make sure the princess could not interfere with her plans. And if that meant resorting to a low blow, she would not hesitate for a second.

    Priscilla was in the palace courtyard, the cool morning air caressing her face as she concentrated on her martial arts training. The sounds of metal clashing in the air, her controlled breathing, and the precise movement of her hands and feet filled the space. Despite the serenity conveyed by her posture, something inside her was changing. Each blow she struck, each kick she executed seemed to release more than just physical tension.

    Her grandmother, the queen, watched from a respectful distance, as she always did during these

    training sessions. The queen knew that Priscilla needed more than a good teacher to be a future ruler; she needed discipline, control, and a sharp mind that could analyze situations with precision. That was why she had insisted that her granddaughter learn self-defense from a young age, not only for safety reasons, but also to maintain an attitude of strength and confidence.

    At the end of the series of movements, Priscilla lowered her guard and took a deep breath. She looked at her grandmother, who was walking slowly towards her with her unmistakable regal bearing. The queen was a woman of presence, wise and with eyes full of years of experience.

    ¡ªHow do you feel, my dear? ¡ª asked the queen, watching the princess closely as she wiped the sweat from her forehead.

    Priscilla smiled slightly, but her gaze remained somewhat distant.

    ¡ªI''m fine, grandma. ¡ª she replied, although the awkwardness of the situation was beginning to get to her. She couldn''t stop thinking about everything that had happened at school, about the furtive encounters with Maximus Adrian Valois, about the feelings she didn''t understand and which seemed to persist, despite her efforts to ignore them.

    The queen observed her for a moment, perceiving the change in her granddaughter''s attitude. She was perceptive, she knew Priscilla more than the young woman wanted to admit. After a few seconds, the queen took a step forward and, in her soft but firm tone, said to her:

    ¡ªI''ve noticed that your thoughts seem to be elsewhere lately. I wonder, why have you been looking at that young man so much, Maximo?

    The question hung in the air like a precisely aimed arrow. The queen was no fool, and she had always been able to read between the lines. She knew that something was brewing in her granddaughter''s mind, but she would not press any further than necessary. However, he had noticed the furtive glances, the way Priscilla would lose herself in thought when she was near him.

    Priscilla was silent for a moment, her heart beating a little faster than usual. She didn''t know how to respond. She couldn''t admit how she felt because she didn''t even fully understand what was happening. Not only that, but she didn''t know if she was attracted to Maximo, she didn''t know if it was his presence that disconcerted her or if it was something deeper and more confusing. The only thing she knew was that in her perfectly structured world, something so chaotic and aimless made her uncomfortable.

    ¡ªIt''s nothing, grandmother. ¡ª she finally said, forcing a smile. ¡ª Just another classmate. Nothing more.

    The queen stared at her, as if trying to decipher her answer. Priscilla had not been able to completely hide the uncertainty that emanated from her face. But the queen, showing no hint of suspicion, simply nodded.

    ¡ªI understand. Sometimes it''s easy to get distracted by the people around us, especially when they''re new in our lives. ¡ªThe queen paused, looking at Priscilla with a gentle but wise smile. ¡ª Always remember that your duty is to the kingdom and your family. Don''t let those feelings lead you astray.

    Priscilla nodded, although she was not completely convinced. She knew her grandmother was right, but something in her could not stop thinking about her interactions with.

    Maximus. Something about him attracted her, but she couldn''t say for sure what it was. However, at that moment, she thought that perhaps it was best to move on, ignore those thoughts and not pay attention to the emotions that were beginning to surface.

    The queen seemed satisfied with her granddaughter''s response and, after a moment''s silence, said more lightly:

    ¡ªThe marriage season is approaching, and it is important that you keep your attention on what is coming.

    Priscilla nodded again, grateful for her grandmother''s wisdom, but inside, the questions remained unanswered. As she retired to get some rest before dinner, she couldn''t help but wonder if she was being honest with herself when she lied to the queen. Was it just a distraction, as she had been told? Or was something else being born in her heart, something she did not yet fully understand?

    As the sun began to set, Priscilla retired to her rooms, leaving training behind her and the unresolved questions that accompanied her. Although she tried to keep her mind busy, the images of Maximo Adri¨¢n Valois kept haunting

 Third.

    The cobbled streets of the flower park, the life of the city followed its course, with merchants hawking their wares and people strolling at their own pace. The gentle breeze stirred the leaves of the trees, creating a relaxing atmosphere, perfect for a stroll.

    Priscilla walked alongside her best friend, Brieonne, both silent for a moment, observing the surrounding bustle. The young princess sighed, breaking the silence.

    ¡ªYou know, Brieonne? I don''t know how much more of this I can take. ¡ª said Priscilla, referring to school and the increasing pressure of the marriage season. ¡ª It''s not just what people say, but it seems like everything revolves around the same thing. Get married, get married, get married¡­

    Brieonne smiled with understanding, running a hand through her long brown hair, her eyes twinkling with a touch of amusement and nostalgia.

    ¡ªI completely understand, Pri. ¡ª Brieonne replied, looking up at the clear sky. ¡ª Although luckily I''ve already found someone who makes it all worthwhile. I''ve been with Lord Erik of Himt lately. It''s not just that we have to get married out of obligation. We have connected on a much deeper level. It''s strange, but I feel that there is something more to our relationship.

    Priscilla looked at her in surprise, but also admired the confidence with which Brieonne spoke about her connection with Lord Erik. The young princess had not experienced anything similar, and she couldn''t help feeling a little jealous of her friend.

    ¡ªReally? That sounds¡­ beautiful, ¡ª Priscilla replied with a shy smile. ¡ª I, on the other hand, still don''t know what to think. Since I started interacting with Maximus, whether from near or far, I feel a little strange. As if something were changing inside me.

    Brieonne, who had always been the more extroverted of the two, let out a slight laugh. ¡ª Weird? How weird?¡± she asked, with a playful expression. ¡ª Don''t tell me you''re in love with him, Pri¡­

    The princess let out a nervous laugh, embarrassed by the mere fact of considering that possibility. Brieonne watched her with a mischievous smile. ¡ªNo, I''m not in love, don''t be silly. ¡ª replied Priscilla, crossing her arms in a gesture of discomfort. ¡ª I just¡­ feel something strange, like my heart beats faster every time I see him. I don''t know, it''s hard to explain. ¡ª

    The two friends laughed together, Priscilla''s slight concern dissipating for a moment. It was a relief to share her thoughts with Brieonne, who always had the ability to make her feel more relaxed, even when situations seemed complicated. As they walked and chatted, they spotted a familiar figure in the distance: the viscount''s son, Maximo Adri¨¢n Valois, walking across the square with his family. Priscilla recognized him instantly. Maximo was dressed in an elegant dark coat, which perfectly matched the sophisticated atmosphere that always seemed to surround him.

    ¡ª Look, it''s him. ¡ª said Brieonne, discreetly pointing to Maximo''s figure.

    Priscilla looked at him without being able to help it, and just like last time, their eyes met. A strange silence took hold of them both for a few seconds, an instant suspended in time, in which everything around them seemed to fade away. Maximo gave her a slight nod, a courteous gesture that made Priscilla''s heart beat a little faster. However, they were quickly brought back to reality when Maximus''s mother, Mrs. Valois, came forward and began to greet them.

    ¡ªPrincess Priscilla and miss Brieonne, how nice to see you both. ¡ª said Maximus''s mother, an elegant woman in an olive green dress that accentuated her figure. ¡ª I was wondering if one day I could invite you, my princess, to have tea at my house. It would be an honor for me.

    Priscilla, somewhat surprised by the proposal, nodded, trying to maintain her composure.

    ¡ªIt would be a pleasure, Madame Valois. ¡ª she replied with a warm smile. ¡ªI can come tomorrow, if that''s good for you, my grandmother will also attend with me.

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    Madame Valois was visibly pleased by the response, and her eyes sparkled with enthusiasm.

    ¡ªThat would be wonderful, Princess. I''m sure you and my son will enjoy each other''s company very much. ¡ª she said, looking at Priscilla with a kind smile, before giving Maximus a gentle tap on the arm. ¡ª Maximus, say hi to the princess.

    Maximus smiled and, with a polite attitude''s, bowed his head again towards Priscilla. ¡ª It will be a pleasure, princess. ¡ª he said, with his sweet voice.

    Priscilla smiled back at him, somewhat nervous, but grateful for the courtesy of the Valois family. As they withdrew, Brieonne looked at her sideways with a mischievous expression.

    ¡ª Well, it seems that your mother isn''t the only one pushing you towards him.  ¡ª Brieonne joked as they walked back.

    Priscilla could only laugh, feeling the red rising in her cheeks. However, what she felt for Maximus was still a mystery. Everything seemed to be tangled up in a web of emotions and expectations, but for now, the princess was simply trying to follow the course of events without complicating it too much.

    The Valois household was quiet that afternoon. The echoes of the wedding season did not fade from the walls, and the family never stopped talking about it, in one way or another. Maximus walked slowly through the great hall, looking out the window as his thoughts swirled in his head. The pressure of the marriage season was constant, not only for his mother, but also for him. The expectation of following tradition, of getting married, became stronger and stronger with each passing day.

    ¡ªMax, are you okay? You seem to be in another world today. ¡ª said his little sister, smiling as she entered the room.

    Maximo barely looked at her, but nodded. ¡ª Just a little stressed. This wedding season seems to have no end. ¡ª he replied, rubbing his temples. He replied, rubbing his temples.

    His older brother''s joke was quick to follow. ¡ªIt seems to me that what''s really stressing you is Selene. ¡ªhe said with a laugh. ¡ª You spend all your time with her! I can see you at the altar soon, holding her hand with a silly smile.

    Maximo snorted with a forced smile. ¡ªThere''s nothing like that. It''s just that she and I¡­ well, we get on well. ¡ª he replied quickly, trying to change the subject. Although he couldn''t deny that his relationship with Selene had started to become closer. But the idea of a real commitment to her was a joke to him. He didn''t feel the same way about her, at least not in the way his brother suggested.

    His mother, who was at the table, looked up and joined in the conversation.

    ¡ªWell, speaking of future engagements¡­¡ª she said, with a smile on her face. ¡ª Princess Priscilla will be coming for tea with us tomorrow. The queen will also be joining us.

    Maximus stopped laughing abruptly and his face, which until then had been relaxed, changed to a thoughtful expression. The news surprised him, although he already knew it, and a slight uneasiness settled in his chest.

    ¡ª The princess? I had completely forgotten. ¡ª Said M¨¢ximo.

    ¡ªThe queen will accompany her, of course. It is an excellent opportunity to strengthen the relationship between our houses.

    Maximus nodded, but his mind began to wander, which took him away from the conversation. Princess Priscilla¡­ he had always thought her charming. It was difficult not to notice her beauty and her presence at any event. However, he did not believe that he would ever be on her level. He couldn''t compare himself to someone like her, the future queen, the heir to a kingdom. He, a simple viscount''s son, destined to fulfill duties, but not with great expectations of that magnitude. Despite everything, he thought that Priscilla was more than what his eyes perceived, a woman who was not only beautiful, but also serious and committed to her duty. Somehow, he found her fascinating.

    He remained silent for a few moments, processing his thoughts, while his family continued joking.

    Finally, he got up from the table and decided to leave the conversation before his emotions betrayed him. He apologized briefly and went to his room. Once there, he sat down at his desk, in front of the blank sheets of paper that had always served as a refuge for him.

    Since he was young, he had written love letters, not addressed to anyone in particular, just a way of expressing his feelings. Letters that contained words of love and affection, but that never had a real recipient. Sometimes he thought that one day those letters would find their purpose, perhaps for someone who really meant something more to him. Maybe one day he would write a letter for someone like the princess, someone worthy of receiving his words.

    With a sigh, he picked up his pen and began to write, his thoughts traveling to a place full of uncertainty. But for the first time, his thoughts were not focused solely on an idealized love. This time, his mind

    was filled with the image of a real woman, a princess, who had somehow aroused a strange interest in him.

 Fourth.

    The afternoon passed quietly at the Valois household. While the queen and Maximo''s mother discussed matters of court, Priscilla sat in silence, feeling the weight of the uneasiness that hung in the air between her and Maximo. Every time their eyes met, it felt as if they were caught up in a silent game, not knowing how to break the tension.

    Maximo, like her, seemed to be struggling with the same confused thoughts. She tried unsuccessfully to start a conversation, but every word that came to mind seemed out of place. Finally, unable to bear the silence any longer, she got up quickly.

    ¡ª I''m going to the library¡­¡ª she said in a low voice, almost without thinking, before walking down the hall without looking back.

    Priscilla watched him walk away, relieved by the interruption. She decided that she also needed to get away from the main hall. She looked for an excuse and, without thinking too much about it, she said she was going to the bathroom. Priscilla walked through the corridors, but something seemed strange to her, as if she were not as familiar with the house as she thought. Suddenly, as she turned a corner, she saw a door ajar.

    Curious, she pushed the door open and found herself in a spacious library, a silent place full of books. Maximo was there, sitting at a table, concentrating on a book he was slowly leafing through. He hadn''t noticed her come in, and she took the opportunity to observe him in silence. There was something about his posture, his calmness, that made her feel curious.

    But, in the end, she couldn''t help making noise as she approached. Maximo looked up when he heard the sound.

    ¡ª Oh, Priscilla. ¡ª he said, clearly surprised, looking a little taken aback. ¡ªI wasn''t expecting you here.

    Priscilla, a little uncomfortable, smiled shyly, although she still felt somewhat trapped by the situation.

    ¡ªSorry, I was looking for the bathroom, but ¡­ I got lost. ¡ª she said ironically, she wasn''t lost in her palace, but she was in this house.

    Maximo, relieved by her explanation, smiled slightly.

    ¡ª Don''t worry. The library can be a labyrinth if you don''t know where you''re going. ¡ª he said with a touch of humor, trying to make the conversation less tense.

    Priscilla looked around, observing the shelves full of books, some covered in dust, others carefully organized.

    ¡ª I never imagined that a library would be bigger than the one at home. I like to read. ¡ª she said, genuinely interested.

    Maximo, without taking his eyes off her, raised an eyebrow in surprise. His tone changed, and his voice acquired a slight mocking edge.

    ¡ª Really? I thought princesses didn''t have time to read. ¡ª he said, as if it were a light joke. Surely there are more important things to worry about, like balls and weddings.

    Priscilla felt a wave of discomfort wash over her. The way he had said those words, albeit with a smile, made her feel as if she were being judged, as if she were not allowed to take an interest in something as mundane as books.

    ¡ª Not all princesses are the same, M¨¢ximo. ¡ª she replied with a strained smile, trying to remain calm.

    ¡ª Maybe¡­ maybe sometimes I want to learn something more too.

    The tone of her voice did not go unnoticed by Maximo. Their eyes met and, for a moment, they both remained silent, sizing each other up, as if the words were too complicated to say out loud.

    ¡ª I''m sorry, I didn''t mean to be rude. ¡ª he said, with a hint of sarcasm.

    Priscilla laughed at his words, but the tension was still there, palpable. She didn''t know how to continue, but something in the atmosphere seemed to have changed. Words were floating between them, unspoken, but clearly understood.

    In an attempt to lighten the atmosphere, Priscilla took a step closer to the bookshelves next to Maximo, looking for something to distract herself with. However, something about Maximo''s closeness made her feel more nervous than she would have expected.

    But just when it seemed that the situation was going to continue in a calmer way, they both realized that they had gotten a little closer than they should have. The air around them seemed to thicken, and they both felt inexplicably nervous. It wasn''t just the place, or the atmosphere. It was something else, something neither of them could put into words.

    The tension that had built up between them was becoming more and more palpable. They were very close, closer than either of them could have imagined. Despite the fact that the space was large, and the bookshelves surrounded them, it seemed that the air had thickened in a way they couldn''t understand. Each of them felt more aware of the other with each breath, as if their bodies were involuntarily moving closer and closer.

    Maximo, who didn''t usually allow himself to be caught up in the discomfort, couldn''t help but notice Priscilla''s proximity. Their faces were so close that he could almost feel the soft warmth of her skin. Priscilla, for her part, tried to hide her nervousness, but her heart was beating fast, and her hands were trembling slightly. Her fingertips almost touched his, and although their bodies were not directly touching, the space between them felt reduced, as if they were separated only by an invisible layer.

    Both, without realizing it, began to move their hands towards the center, as if there was a mutual impulse pushing them to touch each other, but they concealed it by pretending to be looking for a book. Priscilla''s fingers, with her skin slightly moist from the sweat running down her palm, approached those of Maximus, who likewise felt the pressure in his own hands.

    Their hearts were beating so fast that, for a moment, they seemed to hear the sound of blood coursing through their veins. Both were trying, unsuccessfully, to maintain their composure. Sweat beaded on their foreheads, and their hands, although firmly clasped at their sides, did not stop trembling, almost as if they had a life of their own. Priscilla''s fingers moved a little closer to his, and Maximo, with a mixture of uncertainty and inexplicable need, did the same.

    It was as if they both wanted to close the distance, but something invisible kept them apart. Every time they thought that their hands would finally meet, a slight step back by one of them reminded them of the tension between them, and the gap remained as narrow as before. Despite everything, the feeling of wanting to get closer never disappeared, and confusion, fascination and nervousness intertwined, leaving both in a state of uncertainty, as if they were trapped in a silent dance that neither of them knew how to end.

    And so, between the touch of their hands and the whispers of the air passing between the shelves of the library, they realized that there was something else that could not be defined with words. Something that kept them inches away from real contact, but at the same time kept them at an unbridgeable distance. But just as they thought, their fingers were about to meet¡­

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    The door to the library opened with a bang, breaking the moment. Maximo''s mother appeared with a cheerful smile, oblivious to the charged atmosphere that had been created between them.

    ¡ª Ah, Priscilla, M¨¢ximo. ¡ª she said with a smile. ¡ª Everything all right? Princess?

    Both took a small step back, surprised by the presence of Mrs. Valois. The sudden interruption left them bewildered, as if they had suddenly woken up from a dream that neither of them knew they were sharing. Maximo, who until that moment had been immersed in a cluster of thoughts that even he did not understand, instinctively moved away from Priscilla, returning to his normal posture. His face, previously tense and full of unexpressed thoughts, relaxed, although a slight blush remained on his cheeks.

    Priscilla, on the other hand, felt both relieved and embarrassed. Her heart was still beating fast, and the discomfort did not completely disappear, but she was grateful for Mrs. Valois''s presence to undo the knot that had formed in her chest. She quickly straightened up and smiled at the woman with a courtesy that tried to hide what had happened in that brief instant.

    ¡ª Yes, Mrs. Valois. ¡ª Priscilla said, her voice a little softer than usual, as if trying to regain her composure. ¡ª Everything is perfect.

    Maximo cleared his throat, a little uncomfortable at the curious look on his mother''s face, who didn''t seem to have realized what he had just interrupted.

    ¡ª Yes, of course. ¡ª he replied, forcing a smile. ¡ª We were just¡­ organizing some books.

    Mrs. Valois watched them for a moment, with a look that seemed to notice something, although she did not comment. Priscilla felt almost as if she could read her thoughts, but decided not to give the matter any more thought.

    ¡ª Well, the tea is waiting. ¡ª said Maximo''s mother, with a cheerful look, as if nothing had altered the atmosphere. ¡ª I think you should go back to the living room.

    Both nodded quickly, relieved that the conversation would not delve deeper into what had just happened. Max, before leaving the library, glanced quickly at Priscilla, his eyes shining with a mixture of confusion and something else, but he quickly looked away when he saw his mother watching him.

    Priscilla, for her part, did the same, her thoughts still tangled, but recognizing that the uncomfortable moment could not continue. They left the library and walked towards the main hall, the conversation they had to continue suspended in the air, as if everything that had happened was just a reflection of something they still did not know how to interpret.

    In the back of their minds, they both realized that this brief encounter had changed something, although neither of them knew exactly what it was or how to deal with it. But in their hearts, the echo of what had happened continued to resonate, like a melody that had not yet found its end.

    When the princess''s carriage turned down the cobbled streets back to the palace, Priscilla couldn''t help feeling caught up in a tangle of confusing emotions. Her heart was beating so fast, so wildly, that it seemed like it wanted to escape from her chest. Every bump in the road only accentuated the inner turmoil she felt. She looked out the window, but her thoughts were far, far from the city passing before her eyes, so lost in the sensations she had experienced at Maximo''s house.

    Her mother''s words echoed in her mind: ¡°The marriage season is approaching, you have to start preparing.¡± But those words could not calm the storm she felt inside. What was wrong with her? From the moment she had entered the library and her eyes had met Maximo''s, something had changed. Something profound. Something she could not understand. A spark that had ignited a restlessness, a strange burning in her chest. The touch of their hands just centimeters from each other''s. The sparkle in their eyes when they looked at each other in silence. The feeling that their hearts were beating to the same rhythm, even though they didn''t say anything to each other.

    Priscilla tried to calm down, to breathe more calmly, but the memory of the library, of the nerves she shared with him, did not fade. Every time she closed her eyes, the images came back, more intense, more vivid. The warmth she had felt when he came so close, almost as if they could touch. The confusion that came over her when her thoughts became entangled. A flood of unfamiliar emotions: nerves, discomfort, but also something else¡­ something that could have been attraction.

    The carriage finally arrived at the palace, but even the silence of the corridors seemed to deafen her. As she walked down the corridor that led to her room, everything seemed distant and blurred, as if she were seeing the world from an uncomfortable distance. Even the shadows seemed to move more slowly around her, as if they were mocking her state of anxiety. Why was she so nervous? Why couldn''t she stop thinking about him? The princess tried to push those thoughts away, but they clung to her more strongly.

    When she reached her room, she undressed slowly, almost as if she feared that each hasty gesture would reconnect her with those chaotic feelings she did not understand. The contact of her hands as she tried to pull the fabric over her skin reminded her of his closeness to her in the library, and once again, her heart began to beat irregularly. She lay on the bed, trying to close herself off in her own world, but the memories kept coming back to her, like an uncontrollable flood. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw his face, remembered his laugh, the slight blush on his cheeks, how she had felt so¡­ so close to him.

    And then the thought came: Is this what a person feels when they fall in love?

    The warmth in her cheeks increased, and a lump appeared in her throat. Could it be that? But no. It couldn''t be. She didn''t know him well enough. It was just a feeling¡­ a feeling that made her feel vulnerable, uncomfortable, but also strangely excited.

    Priscilla turned, looking at the ceiling, feeling the weight of her own racing heart. She couldn''t sleep. She couldn''t stop thinking about what had happened. The fear of not understanding what she was feeling enveloped her, and her body remained tense, waiting for an answer that did not come. No matter how hard she tried to relax, how hard she tried to breathe deeply, her thoughts kept returning to him, to the contact, to that feeling in her chest that she couldn''t understand. The anxiety kept her awake for hours, as the night grew longer and the moon illuminated her room without comfort.

    Priscilla understood that it wasn''t just the proximity that made her uneasy, but everything she didn''t dare to tell herself, everything she still couldn''t understand about herself. And, in her mind, the question kept repeating itself over and over again: Is this the beginning of something bigger? But the answer, like the dream, never came.

    Priscilla lay motionless in the darkness of her room, her mind racing. Every time she tried to focus on something, her mind returned to him. Maximo. The young man who had disconcerted her from the first moment she met him. That moment in the library, their shared glances, the furtive touch of their hands, it all repeated in her head like an endless melody.

    She turned over once more in bed, covering her head with the pillow, trying to drown out the thoughts that invaded her. But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn''t get rid of them. Every time she thought about it, the knot in her stomach tightened. There was something about Maximo, something in the way he looked at her, the way he spoke, that made her feel as if she were on the edge of a cliff. The feeling that any false move could lead her to something irreversible, something she didn''t know if she was ready to face.

    Why do I feel this way? She thought, frustrated. It shouldn''t be this hard.

    The princess tried to rationalize it, to tell herself that it was just a game of fleeting feelings, that she shouldn''t get carried away by something so trivial. I can''t allow myself to feel this, she thought firmly. I am the princess. I have duties, expectations. I can''t be distracted by something so¡­ fragile.

    But the answer did not come. And the question, that disturbing question, kept haunting her mind: Is this the beginning of something bigger?

    Finally, she realized that she wouldn''t find any answers that night. Not when her thoughts were so disordered and her heart so racing. With a resigned sigh, she turned on her side and closed her eyes, trying to finally fall into a sleep that seemed to elude her. But even then, her mind kept traveling, taking her once again to Maximo''s face, to those fleeting moments they had shared.

    At dawn, as the sunlight began to filter through the curtains, Priscilla woke up feeling exhausted, as if she had been running in circles all night. The peace she normally found in the stillness of the morning seemed distant. All she wanted was to get rid of the uncertainty that weighed on her, but she knew it wouldn''t be that simple.

    Throughout the day, in her usual routine, the presence of Maximo continued to haunt her thoughts, like an unavoidable shadow. Every time she saw him, even from afar, her heart beat with a rapidity that disconcerted her. But the princess tried to maintain a fac?ade of indifference, as she always did. Although deep down, she knew that something was changing in her, something she couldn''t control.

 Fifth.

    Priscilla awaited this day with a mixture of excitement and nerves. Only once a month did she have the opportunity to devote herself to one of her most secret passions: fencing. Unlike martial arts, which her grandmother tolerated as part of her training, fencing was seen as an exclusively male sport in that society. For the queen, allowing her to practice something like this would be unthinkable, and Priscilla was not ready to face her disapproval.

    In the carriage, on her way to the place where she practiced in secret, her fingers played with the edge of the mask she carried with her, a symbol of her anonymity on the piste. There, no one knew her as the princess. Her mentor, a former friend of her father''s, had welcomed her like any other apprentice. To him, she was simply ¡°Laurent,¡± a promising young man with a natural talent for the foil.

    The small practice room was hidden in a quiet neighborhood, far from the bustle of the castle. Upon arrival, Priscilla took a deep breath before entering. The metallic sound of swords crossing and the echo of quick footsteps on the wooden floor immediately enveloped her, filling her with a sense of belonging.

    ¡ªLaurent! ¡ª her mentor exclaimed upon seeing her. He was an older man with gray hair and lively eyes that always sparkled with enthusiasm when he saw his students. ¡ª Today we have a special challenge for you. Ready?

    Priscilla nodded, adjusting her mask before taking up her foil. Beneath that covered face, she was not a princess, she was not a woman; she was simply a passionate swordswoman.

    Her opponent, a tall and experienced young man, was already waiting for her in the ring. The confrontation began with a clash of swords that resonated through the room like lightning. Every movement, every thrust, was a dance in which Priscilla was completely lost, forgetting for a moment her title, her responsibilities, and the rules that governed her life.

    The minutes passed, and although both contenders were trying their best, Priscilla''s agility and precision began to prevail. With one final blow, her sword touched her opponent''s shoulder, winning the duel.

    ¡ª Impressive! ¡ª said her mentor, applauding. ¡ª You have an innate talent, Laurent.

    She took off her mask, allowing herself a proud smile as her breathing returned to normal. However, the satisfaction was short-lived. She looked at the clock on the wall and realized that time had flown by.

    ¡ª I must go. ¡ª she said quickly, returning the foil to its place.

    ¡ª See you next month. ¡ª her mentor replied, suspecting nothing.

    On the way back to the castle, Priscilla mentally reviewed every move she had made on the piste. Although she enjoyed every moment of fencing, she also knew that her double life could not last forever. Eventually, someone would discover her secret.

    When she arrived, she took off her gloves and hid her mask in a small compartment in her wardrobe. As she looked at herself in the mirror, her cheeks still flushed from exertion, she couldn''t help wondering how much longer she could go on hiding that part of herself.

    The idea that her grandmother might find out sent a chill down her spine, but the idea of giving up fencing hurt even more. ¡ª Maybe. ¡ª she thought as she caressed the edge of the mask, ¡°one day I can fight without hiding.¡±

    The carriage advanced through the cobbled streets at a frenetic pace, each turn and jolt reminding Priscilla that time was not on her side. With sweat still fresh on her brow from her fencing practice, she did her hair as best she could, seeking to hide any evidence of her recent activity.

    ¡ª Faster, please! ¡ª she exclaimed to the coachman, aware that being late for one of her grandmother''s events was unforgivable.

    As they approached the palace, she could see the main entrance illuminated by lanterns, with guests already entering in single file. Without waiting for the carriage to come to a complete stop, Priscilla hurried down, lifting her skirt slightly so as not to trip as she ran to her room.

    Once inside, the maid assigned to her service, Mathilde, was waiting for her in the dress she would be wearing for the evening.

    ¡ª My lady! Where have you been? The queen is asking for you. ¡ª said Mathilde as she began to untie the ribbons on the dress Priscilla was wearing.

    ¡ª I had my fencing lessons, Mathilde. ¡ª replied the princess, trying to undress quickly while her heart was still beating fast, both from the fencing and from nerves.

    In a matter of minutes, she was ready. Her dress, an elegant design in silver tones with lace details, reflected her status, but also her discreet and sophisticated personality. With a final touch-up in the mirror, Priscilla made her way to the grand hall where the reception was taking place.

    The hall was full of nobles chatting animatedly while the soft music of a quartet filled the air. Upon entering, Priscilla was met by the sharp gaze of her grandmother, who was surrounded by a group of dignitaries.

    ¡ª Priscilla, dear, there you are. ¡ª said the queen, with a mixture of relief and severity.

    ¡ª My apologies for the delay, grandmother. Something unforeseen occurred. ¡ª the princess replied with a small bow.

    The queen watched her for a moment, as if trying to read beyond her words, but finally nodded and continued her conversation.

    Priscilla took the opportunity to mingle with the guests, greeting acquaintances and making sure to maintain impeccable composure. However, her mind was far from the event. Every now and then, she felt the weight of the mask hidden in the compartment of her wardrobe and wondered what would happen if her secret came to light.

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    She sat elegantly next to her grandmother in the place of honor in the hall. From there, she could observe everything: the twinkling lights of the chandeliers, the lively conversations of the guests, and, above all, Maximo, who seemed to be the center of attention that night.

    Surrounded by a small group of young nobles, Maximo maintained a polite smile while the girls tried to court him in an obvious way. They flirted with exaggerated gestures, their laughter was louder than necessary, and they all sought to stand out from the rest.

    Priscilla pursed her lips slightly, trying hard to keep her expression neutral. She knew that she could not, and should not, interfere, but she could not prevent a slight discomfort from settling in her chest.

    ¡ª My dear, you are very quiet tonight. ¡ª said the queen, interrupting her thoughts.

    Priscilla turned to her grandmother and gave her a quick smile. ¡ª I''m just watching, Grandma.

    The queen nodded approvingly. ¡ª That''s what a good hostess should do. But remember, watching is not enough; you must participate.

    Priscilla nodded, although in reality she had no intention of moving from her place. Her gaze, almost without meaning to, returned to Maximo, who at that moment looked up and saw her directly.

    It was a brief moment, just a few seconds, but it felt longer than it should have. His eyes seemed to search for something in hers, as if, in the midst of all that unwanted attention, finding her was a relief.

    Priscilla quickly looked away, feeling a slight warmth on her cheeks. She knew she shouldn''t think about it any more, but her treacherous heart reminded her that this silent connection was something she valued in some way.

    The queen, attentive to detail as always, watched her closely. Although she said nothing, the small smile that appeared on her face suggested that she had noticed something, something that Priscilla did not even know how to express.

    And so, while conversations and laughter filled the hall, Priscilla remained in her place, exchanging occasional glances with Maximus from afar, as if those small connections were her only refuge on a night full of restrictions and appearances.

    Priscilla, looking for a respite from her grandmother''s overwhelming gaze, went to one of the palace''s more secluded balconies. The cool night air caressed her face, partially calming the nervousness she had felt throughout the evening. The moonlight illuminated the place, giving it an almost magical touch. She leaned on the railing, allowing her mind to wander far from the bustle of the hall.

    Suddenly, she heard footsteps approaching. Turning around, her eyes met Maximo''s. He had his hands in his pockets, his expression relaxed but with an air of distraction.

    ¡ª Oh, I didn''t know anyone was here. ¡ª He said, although he didn''t seem bothered to have found her.

    Priscilla straightened up, feeling her heart race with a mixture of surprise and something else that she still couldn''t quite define.

    ¡ª I was looking for some fresh air. ¡ª she replied, her calm tone hiding her nerves.

    Maximo nodded and approached the railing, standing a few steps away from her. They both remained silent for a moment, listening only to the distant murmur of the party and the soft chirping of crickets.

    ¡ª It''s exhausting, isn''t it? ¡ª he said suddenly, breaking the silence.

    ¡ª What is? ¡ª asked Priscilla, turning her face towards him.

    ¡ª All of this. The expectations, the empty conversations¡­¡ª Max explained, looking towards the horizon. Then he looked directly into her eyes. ¡ª Sometimes you just want to disappear for a while.

    Priscilla understood this better than she wanted to admit.

    ¡ª Yes, it can be quite¡­ oppressive. ¡ª she replied.

    They both shared a small smile of mutual understanding, that silent complicity that only arises between those who face similar challenges.

    Priscilla, noticing that the conversation was becoming more comfortable, decided to speak without thinking too much.

    ¡ª And you? Why did you escape? ¡ª she asked, trying to sound casual.

    Maximo let out a slight laugh.

    ¡ª Too many girls trying to court me at once. ¡ª he admitted, shrugging his shoulders as if it were part of his daily routine.

    Priscilla laughed, but her smile quickly faded as she remembered how she had watched that scene from afar.

    ¡ª It must be difficult to be so popular. ¡ª she replied, with a hint of irony in her voice.

    Maximo looked at her sideways, picking up on the undertone in her words.

    ¡ª And you, why did you run away? ¡ª He replied, turning the question around on her.

    Priscilla looked away towards the moon, she couldn''t tell him that she had left because seeing Maximo surrounded by so many women made her feel particularly uncomfortable.

    ¡ª I guess I needed a break. ¡ª she finally said.

    The conversation hung in the air, but they both knew that there was much more that was not being said. For a few moments, the world seemed to stop, leaving them alone under the cloak of night, with only the breeze as witness to this unexpected encounter.

    Priscilla, after a moment of silence, looked up at the clear sky. The stars were shining brightly that night, as if they wanted to compete with the palace lights.

    ¡ª The stars have always fascinated me. ¡ª she said, breaking the silence. ¡ªThey are so far away, but at the same time¡­ they seem so close.

    Maximo followed her gaze to the sky.

    ¡ª It''s funny how they''ve always been there, the same for everyone, but each person sees them differently. he replied, leaning on the railing next to her.

    Priscilla looked at him, intrigued.

    ¡ª Different?

    Maximo smiled, with a reflective air.

    ¡ª For some, the stars are a map; for others, a refuge. For me, they are¡­¡ª he paused, as if searching for the right words. ¡ª They are a reminder of how small we are in comparison to the universe, but also of how much we can dream.

    Priscilla couldn''t help but feel that there was something deep and melancholic in his words.

    ¡ª That''s¡­ poetic. ¡ª she said softly, looking back up at the sky.

    They both fell silent, gazing at the constellations. The distance between them seemed to shorten with each passing second, and although neither dared to move, the atmosphere was charged with an almost palpable closeness.

    Maximus turned his face slightly towards her, as if he were about to say something else, but before he could utter a word, a sound of hurried footsteps broke the stillness.

    ¡ª Maximo! ¡ª Selene''s high, familiar voice filled the balcony. Priscilla wrinkled her eyes at the sound of that voice again. Did she always have to show up at the best moments?

    Both turned at the same time, startled. Selene appeared in the doorway, with a broad smile and her eyes fixed on Maximo.

    ¡ª There you are. I''ve been looking for you everywhere. ¡ª she said, without even glancing at Priscilla. Then, without waiting for a reply, she walked forward and took Maximo''s arm with a familiarity that made Priscilla uncomfortable.

    Max hesitated, looking at Selene and then at Priscilla, as if he were caught between two worlds.

    ¡ª Can we go? There''s something I want to show you. ¡ª Selene said, pulling gently on his arm, not giving him time to reply.

    Priscilla looked up at the stars, feeling the moment they had shared vanish into thin air.

    ¡ª See you soon, princess. ¡ª said Maximo in a voice that tried to be neutral, but Priscilla noticed the slight hint of discomfort in it.

    ¡ª Of course¡­¡ª she replied, without turning around, trying to keep her composure.

    Selene, with a triumphant smile, took Maximo away from the balcony. Priscilla remained where she was, looking at the night sky, although she could no longer see the stars with the same clarity.

 Sixth.

    A new morning dawned, but not with the usual warmth that summer brings. The air was saturated with the aroma of dry leaves and the moisture of dew. The sun, hidden behind a blanket of gray clouds, was barely able to filter its light, giving the landscape a golden and melancholy hue. Priscilla, still wrapped in the sheets of her bed, slowly sat up, feeling the cool autumn air seeping in through the half-open window.

    It was her favorite season. There was always something about autumn that made her feel more alive. The crunch of the leaves under her feet, the warm colors that contrasted with the colder weather, and the wind that ruffled her hair without asking. Everything seemed to invite her to put aside her worries and simply enjoy the moment.

    She rose with unusual energy and made her way to her dressing table, where several of her maids were waiting.

    ¡ª I don''t want anything formal today, please. Something comfortable. I plan to go riding. ¡ª she instructed them as she brushed her short hair in front of the mirror.

    The dress she chose was simple but practical, allowing her freedom of movement while maintaining the elegance her title demanded. Her hair, barely styled, fell naturally, the butterfly fringe framing her face.

    As she stepped out into the courtyard, the autumn wind greeted her with a crisp embrace. She closed her eyes for a moment, enjoying the feel of the air against her skin. Her horse was already saddled, a strong brown animal that had been her companion since childhood. She had watched him grow and over time they had developed a unique bond.

    ¡ªToday will be a good day, won''t it? ¡ª she whispered to the animal as she stroked its neck.

    Quick as a cat, she mounted and adjusted the reins. Without waiting, she set the horse into a trot, leaving the courtyard and entering the paths that led to the nearby forest. As they advanced, Priscilla alternated between leisurely trots and fast gallops, enjoying the speed and freedom she felt only on the back of her faithful friend.

    The sound of the hooves echoed rhythmically, harmonizing with the sighs of the wind and the crunching of fallen leaves under the weight of the horse. It was as if the forest welcomed her with open arms, protecting her from the responsibilities and pressures that awaited her at the palace.

    But while she was enjoying the ride, a sharp sound broke the silence: gunfire. Priscilla pulled on the reins, stopping her horse abruptly. The animal snorted uncomfortably, its ears moving toward the sound. She pricked up her ears and soon distinguished the murmur of men''s voices from the barking of dogs. The hunters were close.

    ¡ªIt''s hunting day¡­¡ª she muttered to herself, frowning.

    Hunting was a common activity among the nobles, but she did not like it very much. She didn''t want to cross paths with them, so she turned her horse and headed to the other side of the forest, looking for a quieter place.

    After a few minutes of riding along less traveled paths, she came to a clearing where a crystalline lake stretched before her. The water reflected the cloudy sky and the surrounding trees, whose leaves were beginning to turn shades of red and gold.

    Priscilla dismounted carefully and let her horse approach the water to drink. She took out a small cloth bag she had brought with her, containing some bread, cheese, and fruit. It was her little ritual: she always took something to eat on her trips into the forest.

    She sat on the edge of the lake, stretching her legs and letting her boots brush gently against the water. The sound of the wind through the branches and the soft whisper of the waves against the shore filled the air. For a moment, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath, letting the scent of nature envelop her.

    As she bit into a piece of bread, her mind began to wander. She thought of the hunt and how it was often used as a metaphor for life at court: everyone chasing something, be it power, alliances, or even convenient marriages. In contrast, here at the lake, she was far from any of that.

    ¡ªIf only I could stay here forever. ¡ª she whispered, letting the sentence drift away on the wind.

    She looked at her horse, resting peacefully by the water, and felt a surge of gratitude. This was her safe place, her moment of peace in a world that gave her no respite.

    Priscilla was enjoying the serenity of the moment when something unusual caught her attention. A group of small rabbits emerged from the forest, jumping nervously toward the lake. They moved quickly, as if fleeing from something, and soon took refuge behind the imposing body of her horse. The animal, accustomed to the unexpected movements of nature, simply snorted, but Priscilla couldn''t help but feel her heart skip a beat.

    Cautiously, she set her feed bag aside and sat up, scanning her surroundings with a wary eye. The air, which had seemed so calm before, now seemed charged with an inexplicable tension. The wind carried the sound of rustling leaves and something else: footsteps. These were not the slow footsteps of someone enjoying the forest; they were fast footsteps, accompanied by male voices approaching in a hurry.

    Priscilla felt a shiver run down her spine. Instinctively, she positioned herself next to her horse, using her body as a natural shield for herself and the frightened rabbits. She could hear the voices clearly now, laughing and talking excitedly. They were too close for her comfort.

    A group of men dressed in hunting clothes emerged from the trees, rifles in hand. They looked imposing, but what caught her attention the most was a familiar figure among them. Maximo. His bearing was unmistakable, even in the midst of the crowd. He wore a dark waistcoat that accentuated his impeccable posture, and his brown hair seemed to shine in the dim sunlight filtering through the branches.

    The hunters stopped when they noticed the presence of Priscilla and her horse. One of them, apparently the leader of the group, raised a hand to silence the others. Maximo frowned with a mixture of surprise and concern as he recognized her.

    ¡ªPrincess Priscilla? ¡ª he asked incredulously, taking a step toward her.

    Priscilla lifted her chin, trying to maintain her composure despite the unexpected encounter.

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    ¡ªMr. Valois. ¡ª she replied in a neutral tone, trying not to show her nervousness. The other men began to murmur among themselves, clearly surprised to find the heir to the kingdom in such a remote and lonely place.

    Maximo looked at the rabbits hiding behind the horse and then at her, realizing the situation. ¡ª ¡°Are these little ones the reason for your visit here? ¡ª he asked with a slight smile, pointing to the animals.

    ¡ªPerhaps they are the ones seeking refuge, not me. ¡ª Priscilla replied, crossing her arms while keeping her gaze fixed on Maximo.

    The group let out a few discreet chuckles, but Maximo did not take his eyes off her. There was something about her presence that both disconcerted and fascinated him.

    One of the hunters, clearly impatient, interrupted the moment. ¡ª Mr. Valois, those rabbits are our quarry. They''re there, hiding.

    Priscilla''s expression hardened. ¡ª You will not shoot here, gentlemen. ¡ª Priscilla said firmly, taking a step forward. Her voice, though calm, was full of authority.

    Maximo raised a hand to calm his companion before he could respond inappropriately. ¡ª There is no need to disturb the peace of this place. ¡ª Maximo said, looking at the others. Then he turned to Priscilla and bowed his head slightly. ¡ª My apologies, Princess. We did not mean to disturb your rest.

    Priscilla watched him carefully. There was something in his tone that seemed genuine, something that disarmed any sharp response she might have had in mind.

    ¡ªI appreciate your consideration, Mr. Valois. ¡ª she finally replied, allowing her posture to relax a bit.

    The hunters, somewhat frustrated but respectful, began to move away one by one. Maximo, however, lingered for a few moments, as if he wanted to say something but couldn''t find the words.

    ¡ªI hope you enjoy the rest of your day, Princess. ¡ª he finally said with a slight smile before turning to follow his group.

    Priscilla watched him go, feeling a mixture of relief and curiosity. The rabbits, still hiding behind her horse, seemed to calm down. And as the echo of the men''s footsteps faded into the forest, Priscilla couldn''t help but wonder why her brief exchange with Maximo had made her heart beat as fast as her horse''s trot.

    As the hunters disappeared into the trees, the little rabbits, as if they understood that the danger had passed, came out of hiding behind Priscilla''s horse. She watched them run off in the opposite direction, their little paws barely making a sound on the dry, leaf-covered ground. The princess sighed, relieved by the moment of silence that had finally settled over the forest. But there was still something uneasy inside her, an echo of the unexpected interaction with Maximo, that she could not shake.

    Priscilla mounted her horse and took the road back to the palace, leaving the lake and the autumnal forest behind. The wind caressing her face and the sound of dry leaves under the horse''s hooves were a welcome comfort. When she reached the palace, the guards opened the great wrought-iron gates, and she entered calmly, heading for the stables to leave her faithful companion in the care of the grooms.

    The palace was silent. Her grandmother, the queen, did not seem to be at home, which gave her a break from the constant events and responsibilities that had filled her days lately. After changing into a lighter and more comfortable dress, Priscilla decided to spend the rest of the morning playing the piano in the main hall. It was an activity that deeply relaxed her, a connection with art that allowed her to disconnect from her worries. Her fingers moved gracefully over the ivory keys, filling the room with soft, melancholy melodies that reflected her mood.

    Time passed quickly, and before she knew it, lunchtime was approaching. The princess made her way to the dining room, expecting a quiet meal in the company of her grandmother. But when she entered, the scene that met her eyes took her completely by surprise.

    Seated at the table were not only her grandmother, but also the Valois family and the Himt family. The room, elegantly decorated for the occasion, was alive with the sound of conversation and the laughter of the guests. Maximo'' mother, impeccably dressed, chatted animatedly with the queen, while the Himt''s father joined in the conversation with enthusiastic comments. Brieonne, Priscilla''s best friend, sat close to her mother, smiling shyly. And of course Maximo was there, too, though he looked a little less at ease than the others, as if he had not yet recovered from the encounter in the forest.

    Priscilla paused briefly at the entrance, trying to regain her composure before making her way to the table. Her grandmother greeted her with a smile she couldn''t quite decipher.

    ¡ªAh, Priscilla, dear, just in time. I hope you had a quiet morning, because we have some special company for lunch today.

    The princess bowed her head with a polite smile and sat down in her assigned place, right in front of Maximo. She felt his eyes on her as she sat down, and for a moment she looked up to meet his. It was only a second, but enough to send a shiver down her spine.

    Conversation flowed around the table, and though Priscilla tried to participate politely, she couldn''t help but find her attention drawn back to Max again and again. He seemed equally distracted, responding to his mother''s questions with monosyllables while playing with the edge of his napkin. The tension between them, though subtle, was palpable, and Priscilla couldn''t help but wonder if he remembered the exchange in the forest.

    Lunch continued, full of trivial conversation and laughter that seemed more forced than natural. For Priscilla, this unexpected encounter was a mixture of discomfort and fascination, a silent dance of emotions that even the best etiquette couldn''t control.

    Maximo''s mind was a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts as the lunch progressed. Every time he looked up and saw Priscilla across the table, he felt the urge to strike up a conversation with her, to say something that would break through the invisible barrier that seemed to separate them. But the words caught in his throat, stifled by the formality of the moment and the presence of so many people.

    ¡°What could I say to her?¡± he thought, moving his fork absentmindedly. ¡°It''s not like I can talk about the forest¡­ What if I asked her something simple? About her interests? No, no, that would be too obvious.¡± But the more he thought about it, the harder it seemed to find the right approach.

    Priscilla, for her part, seemed oblivious to his inner struggles. When she finished her lunch, she rose with her characteristic grace and walked over to her grandmother to take her leave with a respectful bow. The queen nodded approvingly and allowed her to leave. Maximo watched as the princess left the dining room with a calm but confident stride, disappearing through one of the doors leading to the courtyard.

    Maximo sighed inwardly. He had made up his mind to speak to her right then, but it was too late. ¡°Why do I always wait until the last second?¡± he asked himself.

    Meanwhile, Priscilla walked to the backyard of the palace, looking for a moment of peace after the hectic lunch. The crisp autumn air caressed her face, and the soft rustling of the leaves beneath her feet offered her silent comfort. In the distance, a familiar meow caught her attention. A smile appeared on her lips as she saw her black cat, Ebony, resting in a sunny corner of the garden.

    ¡ªAh, there you are, lazybones. ¡ª she murmured as she approached the animal. Ebony greeted her with a soft purr and rose to rub against her legs. Priscilla bent down to pet him, feeling the tension of the morning slowly dissipate.

    She sat down on a nearby stone bench, Ebano curled up on her lap. From her vantage point, she could hear the distant murmur of conversations that continued in the dining room, but at that moment, it all seemed to belong to another world. Here, in the courtyard with her faithful cat, Priscilla could simply be herself, away from the prying eyes and expectations of others.

    As Ebony purred softly, Priscilla let her mind wander. The memory of Maximo and their brief exchange of glances came back to her like an unexpected breeze ruffling the leaves inside her. She wondered what would have happened if she had stayed a little longer in the dining room. Would they have talked? Or would they have just remained in the uncomfortable silence that always seemed to surround them?

    But those questions, like so many others, hung in the air, unanswered, as Priscilla continued to stroke Ebony and enjoy the refuge the patio offered her.

 Seventh..

    Twelve years ago, when Priscilla was just a five-year-old girl, life seemed like a warm and simple dream. Days passed between carefree games and the unconditional love of her parents. That afternoon in the park, the sun filtered through the leaves of the trees, casting dancing shadows on the grass. The little girl ran among the flowers, letting out a clear, infectious laugh as she picked small daisies to form a crown.

    Her parents, sitting on a spread out blanket, watched her with a mixture of pride and melancholy. It was impossible not to smile when they saw her so happy, but in the depths of their hearts they knew that the time they shared with her was about to end for a long time. They were explorers, adventurers driven by curiosity and the desire to discover the unknown. The next expedition would take them far away, crossing oceans in search of knowledge and wonders the world had not yet revealed. But this voyage was not like the previous ones. It was longer, more uncertain, and above all, too dangerous for a girl so young.

    Priscilla, unaware of the magnitude of what was about to happen, picked her flowers with devotion. She didn''t understand why her parents insisted on holding her hand and spending these last moments with her, as if time was slipping through their fingers. But when the breeze shifted and her mother called her to sit beside them, the tone of her voice made her stop.

    ¡ª My little star. ¡ª her father said as he took her into his lap. ¡ª Mommy and I are going on a very long journey. We are going to sail the ocean to discover new places and learn things we don''t know yet. Do you remember the stories we used to tell you? Well, now we are going to look for more stories for you.

    Priscilla cocked her head in confusion. ¡ª What about me? Am I coming with you? ¡ª she asked with the innocence that only a small child can have, hoping for an affirmative answer.

    Her mother''s smile faltered slightly, though her tone remained calm. ¡ª No, my dear. You can''t come this time. It''s an adult trip, and we don''t want anything to happen to you. But while we''re away, Grandma will take care of you. She loves you very much and will tell you all the stories we used to tell you.

    Priscilla''s almond-shaped eyes began to fill with tears. A sense of loss she did not yet understand began to grow in her small chest. Her lower lip trembled, and before she could control herself, she began to cry. ¡ª But I don''t want you to go! I want to be with you!

    Her father held her close, resting his chin on her little head, while her mother stroked her hair, black as night. ¡ª You are very brave, Priscilla. We''ll be back soon, and when we do, we''ll bring you so many stories and presents you''ll get tired of hearing and opening. ¡ª her father tried to calm her, but the girl only cried harder, clinging to them as if letting go would make them disappear forever.

    The moment of parting came too quickly. They walked toward the harbor, the girl holding her grandmother''s hand, while her parents carried trunks full of provisions and maps. The ship waiting for them was huge, with tall sails flapping in the wind, and at another time Priscilla would have been fascinated by it. But now she saw it only as the enemy that would take her parents away from her.

    On the dock, her mother bent down to hug her again. ¡ª Be strong, my star. We promise we''ll be back. ¡ª she whispered, her voice breaking for the first time.

    Her father kissed her on the forehead, and with one last look full of love, they boarded the ship.

    Of love, they both boarded the ship. Priscilla watched them go, and the image of them on the deck, waving their hands, was forever etched in her memory.

    ¡ª Mom! Dad! Don''t go! ¡ª she screamed at the top of her lungs, trying to reach them with her voice.

    Grandma held her tightly as tears flowed uncontrollably. The sea breeze blew hard, ruffling her hair and carrying away the echo of her screams. Priscilla did not stop crying until the ship disappeared completely on the horizon, and even then, a feeling of emptiness settled in her heart.

    She didn''t know it then, but that would be the last time she would see her parents. The ship that took them to explore the mysteries of the world also took away some of Priscilla''s innocence. They never returned, and the girl who stood crying on the dock learned all too soon what loss meant. That goodbye at the docks marked the beginning of a new life, one in which she would have to learn to be strong even when everything around her seemed to be falling apart.

    Priscilla was abruptly jolted from her thoughts when she heard the door to her room open gently, revealing one of the maids. Her mind still wandered between memories of the harbor and the present, but she didn''t want anyone to see her vulnerable. She quickly wiped away the small tear running down her cheek and composed herself.

    ¡ªMy lady, your grandmother has asked that you get ready. The poppy tea will be served in a few hours. ¡ª the maid announced with a respectful bow.

    Priscilla nodded silently and rose from the divan where she had taken refuge to reminisce about the past. Her heart still felt a little heavy, but she knew she had no time for regrets. The poppy tea, she thought as she straightened in front of the mirror. This annual event was not just a simple social gathering; for many, it was a tradition deeply rooted in courtly customs. Young ladies and gentlemen from all over the region would gather for an afternoon of tea, laughter, and, of course, the first steps toward future engagements.

    The idea of courting in advance had always seemed a bit ridiculous to Priscilla. ¡°What was the point of choosing someone so early on, as if people were just options in a shop window?¡± But she knew she couldn''t avoid participating. It was part of her duty as a princess, as her grandmother always reminded her in gentle but firm words.

    As the maids laid out the dresses on her bed, Priscilla looked critically at her options. All the gowns were decorated with floral details and soft tones, in keeping with the theme of the event. She finally chose one in a pale cream color with gold thread embroidery imitating poppy petals. Her skirt moved like a cloud with each step, and the long, sheer sleeves gave her an ethereal air. She accessorized the outfit with a flower-shaped brooch that had belonged to her mother, a touch that gave her strength every time she wore it.

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    ¡ª You look beautiful, my lady. ¡ª one of the maids said as she fastened the brooch to her chest.

    Priscilla smiled slightly, acknowledging the compliment without really feeling it. Her mind was already on the tea, anticipating the inevitable pressure of stares, the carefully chosen words of others, and the expectation that she would be kind, elegant, and open to the idea of courtship. It was exhausting just to think about it.

    When everything was ready, she left her room, accompanied by the maids, who escorted her to the great hall where her grandmother awaited her departure. The carriage was ready, and Priscilla, with the bearing expected of a princess, entered the carriage with the queen.

    ¡ª I hope you are ready for today, my dear. The poppy tea is more than a social event. It is an opportunity. ¡ª the queen said in her characteristic tone, a mixture of wisdom and expectation.

    Priscilla simply nodded. She knew that arguing with her grandmother was out of the question, especially since she was a firm believer in tradition. As the carriage pulled away, the young princess looked out the window and watched the autumn leaves blowing in the wind. She wondered if Maximo would be there. Would she see him among the gentlemen, with his impeccable manners and calm smile? And if she did, would she have the courage to approach him this time?

    The weight of expectation hung over her like a constant shadow, but deep in her heart a small ray of hope shone. Maybe, just maybe, this poppy tea would be more than a routine event. Maybe it would be the beginning of something even she could not foresee.

    Meanwhile, at the Valois residence, Maximo found himself locked in his office, his gaze fixed on a set of papers scattered across the desk. He was going over the family accounts, a task he shared with his father that, while tedious, kept him occupied. His mind had been wandering for days now, and this work, though monotonous, offered him a respite from his more personal thoughts.

    The sound of the door opening broke his concentration. It was his mother, with her elegant but firm gait, who entered without warning. ¡ª Maximo, darling, it''s time to get ready. The poppy tea will start soon. ¡ª she said with a slight smile as she folded her arms in front of him.

    Maximo looked up from his papers and sighed. ¡ª I''ll be right down, Mother. I''ll just finish this. ¡ª he replied, trying to sound casual. But his tone, though polite, had a hint of evasion that did not go unnoticed.

    His mother approached and placed a gentle but firm hand on his shoulder. ¡ª Are you all right, dear?¡± she asked, her voice tinged with genuine concern. Maximo paused for a moment, taken aback by the question. The truth was, he didn''t know how to answer it. It wasn''t bad, but it wasn''t good either. There was a latent uncertainty in his chest that he couldn''t quite understand, an accumulation of unnamed emotions that made him restless.

    ¡ª Yes, Mother. ¡ª he finally replied, smiling slightly. It wasn''t entirely sincere, but it was convincing enough. His mother, though not entirely convinced, decided not to insist.

    ¡ª Very well. Then don''t be late. And make sure you look immaculate. ¡ª she reminded him, before leaving the room with the same grace with which she had entered.

    As the door closed, Maximo let out a long sigh and leaned back in his chair. His eyes lingered on the ceiling for a moment before something made him stand. He walked over to a small desk by the window and opened a drawer. Inside was a floral brooch, simple but delicate, with a design that evoked the freshness of a garden in spring. He had bought it weeks ago for no apparent reason. Now that he saw it, a silly smile formed on his face, as if this small object held a secret that only he knew.

    He held it between his fingers for a few seconds, turning it to appreciate the details. Finally, he carefully put it back in the drawer and closed it. He stood there, motionless, with a pensive expression on his face. After a moment, she shook her head slightly, as if trying to clear her thoughts, and went to the dressing room.

    An event like this cannot be avoided, she thought as she chose her outfit. Although she did not like social gatherings, she knew that her presence was expected. And even if she didn''t admit it out loud, there was one person who maybe, just maybe, made the idea of attending not so bad.

    While Priscilla and Maximo debated inwardly about their feelings and the secrets they held in their hearts, Miss Selene Akvis had very clear plans and a confidence that went beyond the limits of discretion. In front of a large full-length mirror in her luxurious room, she carefully adjusted a cherry-red gown that, while completely outside the dress code for the Poppy Tea, perfectly captured its essence: bold, provocative, and always determined to be the center of attention.

    The dress, made of a soft but firm fabric, hugged every curve of her figure, and a plunging neckline further emphasized her intention not to go unnoticed. The Akvises had never been a family to submit to social norms, and Selene was the spitting image of that defiant attitude. With a smile that wavered between flirtatiousness and malice, she began to simulate conversations in front of the mirror, mimicking Maximo'' responses as if he had already succumbed to her charms.

    immaculate Oh, Maximo, how kind of you to say so. ¡ª she murmured, feigning a gentle laugh and tilting her head slightly to emphasize her neck. ¡ª Do you really think I''m the most fascinating woman in this room? Well, how could I not be?

    Satisfied with her reflection and the dialogues she imagined, Selene took a small perfume bottle from her dressing table and sprayed a floral scent with notes of musk on her neck and wrists. Her jewelry, delicate but strategically placed, sparkled in the light of the chandeliers in her room.

    She walked down the stairs with firm steps, her heels echoing on the marble as her mother watched her from the living room with a slight smile of approval.

    ¡ª This dress will cause quite a stir, my dear. ¡ª her mother said with an air of satisfaction. ¡ª But the Akvis are no cowards.

    Selene smiled broadly and tucked a strand of her perfectly braided hair to one side. ¡ª We have never been, Mother. And today, more than ever, I don''t intend to be.

    Moments later, she climbed into her carriage, eager to get to the event. During the ride, she drummed her fingers on her lap, unable to contain her excitement. Her mind was on one thing: Maximo. This young man who, though he seemed to elude her, would not be able to resist her for long. The dress, the bearing, the carefully calculated words; everything was designed for a single purpose.

    As the carriage moved forward, Selene looked out the window and watched the autumnal landscape pass by. Inside, emotion mixed with a kind of thirst for attention, for triumph. Today, she would not be just another face in the room. Today, Selene Akvis would leave her mark, and Maximo Valois would be her trophy.

 Eight.

    The room vibrated with the energy of the music and the murmur of conversation. The synchronized steps of the couples on the dance floor echoed off the high ceilings, while the eyes of those present wandered between the twirling figures and the elegant details of the decoration. Priscilla, still holding Maximo''s hand, felt as if the weight of the world had been lifted for an instant. Her heart was beating fast, but not with the usual uneasiness she felt at social events, but with something completely different: a mixture of emotion and nervousness that she couldn''t quite decipher.

    ¡ª You look beautiful as always, Princess. ¡ª Maximo said in a voice that was softer than his usual demeanor.

    Priscilla looked up and smiled at him, trying to ignore the blush creeping up her cheeks.

    ¡ª I could say the same of you, Maximo. Thank you for asking me to dance.

    He looked at her with a mixture of curiosity and amusement, leading her with confident movements.

    ¡ª I couldn''t let you go without a dance. I always find you in less¡­ social places.

    The princess let out a small laugh, shrugging her shoulders in a carefree gesture.

    ¡ª These things don''t suit me. ¡ª She turned elegantly before looking at him with narrowed eyes, as if analyzing his words. ¡ª Does it bother you that we meet in less crowded places?

    Maximo seemed to pause for a moment, searching for the right words. Finally, he replied, looking down as if doubting his own sincerity.

    ¡ª It would bother me if they thought I was courting you, Princess.

    Priscilla raised an eyebrow, amused by his answer. ¡ª Wouldn''t it? ¡ª she replied in a playful tone, accompanying her words with a light laugh that seemed to lighten the atmosphere.

    But Maximo did not answer. Instead, he seemed to be lost in thought for a moment, his movements barely hesitating in the waltz. But before he could formulate an answer, the music suddenly stopped and a loud murmur swept through the room like a wave. Priscilla, like the others, turned her head towards the entrance and saw it.

    The great doors of the hall suddenly opened and Selene Akvis appeared. Her bright red dress, glistening under the chandeliers, caught everyone''s attention. It was a bold choice, completely outside the dress code for the evening, but effective for that very reason. Selene didn''t just want attention, she demanded it. With a plunging neckline and a tight cut that accentuated every curve, she walked with the confidence of someone who knew the world should revolve around her.

    The whispers multiplied quickly. Some leaned towards admiration, others towards reproach. But Selene didn''t seem to notice or care. Her eyes were fixed on one person: Maximo.

    With determined steps and a calculated smile, she headed straight for him, not stopping to exchange greetings with other guests. The speed of her movements caused her to bump into Priscilla, who lost her balance for a moment. Maximo tried to say something, but Selene had already taken the seat next to him, completely ignoring the princess.

    Priscilla felt a lump in her throat. Her hands, which had trembled slightly with the excitement of the dance minutes before, were now cold and clenched. She couldn''t bear to stand there and watch Selene rob her of this moment. Without saying a word, she took a step back, then another, and finally turned and quickly left the dance floor.

    As she crossed the room, she could feel the eyes of those present on her, some of them concerned, others curious. But she didn''t stop until she reached the main corridor. There, she took a deep breath and placed her trembling hands on one of the walls for support.

    The echoes of laughter and music still echoed from the hall, but Priscilla could hear nothing but her own labored breathing.

    Priscilla stayed hidden behind a tangle of ferns and vines as she tried to calm her breathing. The coolness of the greenhouse, filled with the scent of flowers and plants, was her only comfort. She had escaped there to seek a moment of peace, but hearing Selene and Maximo''s voices had shattered any possibility of rest.

    He stood motionless, almost holding his breath, his eyes following every movement of the newcomers. Selene was so close to Maximo that she seemed to be an extension of his shadow. Her shrill laughter echoed in the closed room, mingling with the light breeze that crept in through the windows.

    ¡ª Did you dance with Priscilla, Maxii? Selene asked, dragging out her words in an exaggerated manner, charging them with a tone that irritated even Priscilla, who was hiding.

    Maximo paused for a moment before answering, his tone firm.

    ¡ª I danced with the princess, Selene. Show some respect, you''re not her friend.

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    Selene snorted and made a dramatic gesture as if the idea of being Priscilla''s friend deeply offended her. ¡ª I wouldn''t want to be her friend either, yuck! she exclaimed, feigning nausea. Then she turned to show her red dress, the fabric billowing around her like flames. ¡ª But tell me, do you like my dress?

    Maximo looked at her with an expression that mixed disbelief and curiosity.

    ¡ª Don''t you think that for a tea of flowers, you look like the fire that would burn them? ¡ª he replied sincerely, his words laced with irony.

    Selene did not seem affected; on the contrary, she laughed softly, trying to soften the moment.

    ¡ª I am a red poppy, silly. ¡ª she said, winking at him in an attempt to be flirtatious. But her tone quickly changed, becoming colder. ¡ª Don''t hang out with that little princess, she gives me the creeps.

    Priscilla clenched her fists from her hiding place, feeling the blood boil in her veins. Selene''s words stung her pride, but she forced herself to remain silent.

    Maximo, however, did not let the comment go unchallenged. He moved slightly away from Selene, his tone becoming more determined. ¡ª Selene.

    ¡ª Maxii. ¡ª she replied, returning to the honeyed tone with which she had tried to manipulate him.

    Maximo crossed his arms and glared at her.

    ¡ª You are not my mother. Just because you don''t like the princess doesn''t mean I can''t meet her.

    Selene snorted, clearly irritated by the answer.

    ¡ª I only speak my mind, Maximo. And my instincts are never wrong. This little princess doesn''t belong here.

    ¡ª That is not for you to decide. ¡ª Maximo replied, breaking off the conversation in a tone that brooked no reply.

    Selene looked at him for a long moment, then shook her head as if it were not worth insisting.

    ¡ª Men. ¡ª she said contemptuously and turned to leave the greenhouse. ¡ª Come on! I''m bored here already.

    Maximo sighed deeply as he followed her, despite the obvious distance between them. Their footsteps echoed as they left the place, leaving Priscilla alone again.

    When silence returned, the princess slowly emerged from her hiding place, her heart beating fast. She wasn''t sure which emotion was dominating her mind: indignation at Selene''s words, curiosity at Maximo'' attitude, or the latent sadness that had been with her since the beginning of the day.

    She made her way to the central fountain of the greenhouse and dipped her fingers into the cool water, letting the cold soothe the burning in her chest a little. Selene could try to hurt her pride all she wanted, she thought, but she wasn''t going to let her malice make her feel less valuable.

    With carefully rehearsed calm, Priscilla approached her grandmother, who was sitting in a corner of the room, chatting animatedly with a group of older nobles. The princess waited patiently for them to finish one of their anecdotes before she spoke.

    ¡ª Grandmother, I think I''ll return to the palace early. ¡ª she said calmly, though her voice barely hid the restlessness inside her.

    The queen looked up in surprise.

    ¡ª Are you leaving already, my dear? She asked with a mixture of concern and curiosity.

    Priscilla nodded, showing a serene smile that did not reach her eyes.

    ¡ª Yes, I''m a bit tired. Besides, I think it''s best if I rest so that I''m ready for the council tomorrow.

    The queen studied her granddaughter for a moment, as if trying to read beyond her words, but finally nodded.

    ¡ª Very well, I hope you rest well, my dear. I will stay a little longer; this conversation is too entertaining to leave halfway through.

    ¡ª Of course, Grandmother. Enjoy your evening. ¡ª Priscilla replied with a slight bow before turning and leaving the room.

    The cool night air was an immediate relief as she passed through the main doors and descended the marble steps. The moon, high in the sky, bathed the gardens in a silvery glow and the lights of the poppy tea receded as Priscilla made her way to the waiting carriage. On arrival, however, she gestured to the coachman not to follow her.

    ¡ª I will walk for a while before returning to the palace. ¡ª she said in a gentle but firm tone.

    The coachman nodded respectfully and the princess made her way to a path that crossed the gardens. The lonely path offered her a respite, a space to gather her thoughts. Each step took her further away from the crowd, from the dances, from Selene¡­ and from Maximo.

    Her shoes barely made a sound as they scraped the gravel of the path. The shadows of the tall trees swayed gently in the moonlight, and the scent of night-blooming flowers filled the air. Priscilla felt a mixture of relief and melancholy. There were too many emotions in her chest and none of them seemed to make sense.

    As she walked, the memory of the waltz with Maximo came back to her. How he had looked at her, how they had exchanged words that seemed to contain more than they said. And then Selene''s abrupt interruption, as if fate had decided to keep them apart.

    Priscilla pressed her lips together, feeling a lump in her throat. She paused for a moment and looked up at the sky. The stars shone with an intensity that comforted her. ¡°Why do I feel this way?¡± she asked herself. Was it anger, disappointment, jealousy? She wasn''t even sure what she expected from Maximo, but Selene always managed to confuse her.

    Finally, she made her way back to the palace. When she arrived, the staff greeted her with a bow, and she went straight to her quarters without saying much. Once in her room, she sat in front of the mirror, staring at her reflection as if waiting for answers. Her fingers brushed against the necklace she was wearing, a gift from her mother when she was a child. Nostalgia and fatigue enveloped her.

    ¡ª Maybe after sleep all this will make more sense, she thought as she got up to change. But deep down she knew that even if her days continued to be filled with obligations and pleasures, that night at the poppy tea would leave a mark that she could not easily ignore. And somewhere between uncertainty and desire, Priscilla felt that something new was beginning to blossom.

 Ninth.

    Maximo''s head was in a constant whirl. The figures and family accounts that used to occupy his thoughts had been banished this morning. The events of the previous night were still swirling in his mind. His interaction with Princess Priscilla had been different, surprisingly engaging, as if in that brief waltz they had shared something beyond words or rehearsed movements.

    Every detail of the dance came back to him: the soft texture of the princess''s gloves as they brushed against his, her calm voice with a hint of shyness, and those eyes that sometimes seemed to look right through him. Something inside him longed for a similar encounter, as if this waltz was only the beginning of something deeper.

    But he also remembered clearly how Selene had burst into the party and broken any connection he had felt with Priscilla. Her red dress, a blatant challenge to the evening''s code, had drawn everyone''s attention and somehow destabilised the atmosphere of elegance and subtlety that had prevailed until that moment. Selene had not only interrupted his conversation with the princess, she had changed the tone of the evening, and until the end of the party her presence was felt like a hurricane.

    But Selene was not easy to judge, and he knew that very well. Although she had an arrogant attitude and a sometimes unbearable temper, Maximo understood that behind her haughty facade there was a history that had shaped her. His relationship with her was not just a friendship, but a bond born of understanding her deepest wounds.

    Selene had grown up in the shadow of a demanding father, someone who never saw enough value in his daughter''s work. To Mr Akvis, Selene had always been inadequate, and this had led her to develop a personality that demanded constant attention and affirmation. She wanted to be seen, recognised, admired, even if it meant resorting to extreme methods or coming into conflict with others. Maximo couldn''t really blame her. He knew that deep down, his girlfriend was just desperately seeking her father''s approval, even though it seemed like a losing battle from the start.

    But still, "What was she thinking when she chose that dress?" Max wondered as he fiddled with the pen he was using for his notes. "Was she trying to impress? Provoke?" The tone of his thought was not one of annoyance, but of concern. He had known Selene for years, long enough to know that behind her haughty and sometimes rude demeanour was a girl who feared she was not enough, a girl who believed she had to fight tooth and nail for the world to notice her.

    But even if he understood her behaviour, Maximo could not ignore how he felt. The way Selene had interrupted his moment with the princess had made him feel uncomfortable, as if something important had been taken away from him. On top of that, her disparaging remark about Priscilla kept ringing in his head. "Don''t hang out with that little princess, she gives me the creeps." Selene had said. Why did she seem to have such a dislike for someone who, in her opinion, had done nothing to her?

    Maximo sighed and got up from his desk to look out the window at the garden of his house. The day was bright, but his mind was clouded. He wanted to talk to her again, to understand her beyond the public image of the princess.

    Selene was also on his mind, but in a different way. Sometimes he felt that carrying his friend''s insecurities was a burden that exhausted him, but he could not abandon her. She was not bad by nature, just shaped by circumstances and the wounds of her past. Still, her behaviour the night before had made him wonder how he should handle this friendship in the future. Should he be firmer with her?

    Maximo closed the ledger and rested his elbows on the desk, burying his head in his hands. No matter how hard he tried to concentrate, the figures danced chaotically in his mind, eclipsed by thoughts that confused him. The poppy tea and everything that had happened that night seemed to have settled in his mind like a constant echo, difficult to ignore.

    Priscilla, Selene and even the details of the evening made him restless. On the one hand, there was the moment he had shared with the princess on the dance floor, a waltz that, though brief, had changed something in him. On the other hand, the appearance of Selene in her scarlet gown and her disruptive attitude had cast a shadow over what would otherwise have been an unforgettable evening.

    As he collected his thoughts, he found himself reviewing every interaction with Priscilla. There was something about her that fascinated him. It wasn''t just her beauty, though there was no denying that the princess possessed a grace that seemed innate, almost ethereal. No, it was something more subtle: the way her voice had trembled slightly as she agreed to dance with him, the sincere expression on her face as they exchanged glances. In that brief waltz, Max felt a connection that stunned him.

    "What was that?" he asked himself for the umpteenth time as he ran his hands over his face, trying to clear his mind. There was no denying it: something about the princess had caught his attention in a way he couldn''t ignore. And while he longed to understand that feeling, he also knew it wasn''t easy to process.

    On the other hand, his relationship with Selene was a constant source of frustration and confusion. Maximo had known Selene for years, and while he had always considered her a close friend, he was also aware of her flaws. Selene was a storm: intense, unpredictable and sometimes destructive. Her arrogant attitude and her tendency to ignore social rules were not always easy to deal with, but Maximo had learned to accept her as she was, or at least he had tried to.

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    Still, the tea party had been a revelation to him. Selene''s red dress, a blatant challenge to the theme of the event, and her abrupt interruption of the waltz with Priscilla had changed the evening irrevocably. It was impossible not to notice how her friend had captured everyone''s attention, as if the whole event had been designed to revolve around her.

    But Maximo knew that Selene was not acting out of pure malice. He was familiar with the circumstances that had shaped her character, and while that did not justify her behaviour, it made it understandable. Mr Akvis, her father, was a cold and demanding man who acted out of pure malice, someone who seemed incapable of showing affection or approval. Selene had spent much of her life trying to earn his respect, doing everything she could to excel and get his attention, even if it meant resorting to unconventional methods.

    Maxim remembered the times Selene had turned to him for comfort, tearfully confessing how her father had made her feel inadequate. Although her arrogant behaviour could be annoying, Maximo knew it was a mask, a shield Selene had built to protect herself from pain. That was why he had never been able to completely distance himself from her. He had been her friend for years, listening to her and supporting her even when he disagreed with her actions.

    But something had changed in him after that night. Selene had not only interrupted his moment with Priscilla; she had achieved something that Maximo could not ignore. For the first time, he was angry with her, not just for what she had done, but for what she represented. Selene was a constant reminder of what he did not want in his life: chaos, superficiality and conflict. Priscilla, on the other hand, represented something completely different.

    The princess was a breath of fresh air, with her discretion and calm. There was something about her presence that calmed him, that made him want to know more about her. Priscilla didn''t need to speak loudly or hog the limelight to stand out; her mere presence was enough to fill him with curiosity. And although they''d barely exchanged a few words, Maximo felt that there was something special about her, something that drew him to her in a way he couldn''t explain.

    He got up from his chair and went to the window to watch the sun illuminate the gardens of his home. The leaves on the trees were falling slowly, moved by the gentle autumn wind. ¡ª Priscilla... ¡ª he murmured her name, savouring it as if he were saying it for the first time. There was something different about that name, about that person. He wanted to see her again, he wanted to understand what it was that had captivated him so. But at the same time he knew he had to be careful. He didn''t want to rush things or create a situation that could be misinterpreted.

    Selene, he knew he had to talk to her, confront her about her behaviour at the tea. He couldn''t continue to ignore the way his friend treated others, especially Priscilla. But at the same time he knew it wouldn''t be an easy conversation. Selene was not someone who took criticism well, and Max feared that trying to reason with her would only make things worse.

    He sighed deeply. ¡ª One thing at a time. ¡ª he told himself, trying to calm down. Max focused on the family accounts again, trying to drown his thoughts in the figures before him. He had always found a kind of refuge in calculations, a logic that did not fail, a certainty that did not require interpretation or emotion. The numbers were clear, predictable, and they never disappointed him the way people sometimes did. He immersed himself in them, checking and rechecking the income and expenditure columns, making sure everything added up.

    Though his mind seemed busy, every now and then, like an unwanted echo, the memory of last night would insist. The music, the waltz, the words exchanged with Priscilla, even Selene''s interruption, it was all still there, in some corner of his mind, but Maximo did his best to keep it at bay as he continued to work.

    The sound of the door opening broke his concentration.

    Max looked up to see his older brother, Bastian, entering with his usual carefree smile.

    ¡ªHow is my favourite mathematician? ¡ª Bastian asked, casually dropping himself onto one of the chairs in front of the desk.

    Maximilian laughed slightly and returned his gaze to the papers.

    ¡ªQuite well, thanks for asking. This week''s accounts are perfect, we''re bringing in more money than we''re spending. ¡ª he replied without taking his eyes off his work.

    ¡ªOf course, I never doubted that for a second. ¡ª Bastian paused and looked at him curiously before adding in a lighter tone. ¡ª Though I''ve noticed something about you lately... you''re distracted, lost in your thoughts. Tell me, are you in love with someone?

    Maximo suddenly looked up, surprised by the question, and let out a short laugh.

    ¡ªNow everyone wants to know if I like someone? ¡ª he replied with feigned disbelief, leaning back in his chair.

    ¡ª You look like a fool staring into space and smiling. It''s hard not to notice. ¡ª Bastian replied with a laugh, not missing an opportunity to tease him.

    Maximo quickly shook him off with a gesture, trying to appear indignant, although the barely perceptible blush on his face gave him away.

    ¡ªI''m not smiling for anyone, I can assure you. ¡ª he said, looking back down at his papers as if to end the matter.

    Bastian did not seem ready to give in.

    ¡ªOf course I have, brother. I''ve seen it a thousand times. That dreamy expression has only one meaning: someone is keeping you awake at night.

    Maximo sighed and allowed himself to laugh this time.

    ¡ªDon''t you have girls of your own to woo, Bastian? Leave me alone, man. ¡ª He gave him a funny look as he shook his head.

    They both laughed knowingly. Bastian finally got up and patted him on the shoulder before heading for the door.

    ¡ªWhatever you say, ''favourite mathematician''. Just don''t get too distracted, or someone will end up taking those numbers you love so much away from you. ¡ª And with a mocking smile he left the room.

    When the sound of the door closing filled the room, Maximo was alone again. He looked at the papers in front of him for a few moments before plunging back into his work, trying to forget his brother''s words.

 Tenth.

    Maximo''s family was undoubtedly large, which might be a blessing for many, but for him it was sometimes a source of exhaustion. With seven members under one roof, the house was always full of voices, laughter and little arguments that kept the household alive. Sometimes M¨¢ximo wondered how they managed to live together without the constant noise driving them mad, although deep down he knew he wouldn''t trade it for anything in the world.

    His mother and father were the centre of the family. They possessed a beauty that seemed timeless, a natural grace that they had passed on to their children and that was the object of admiration throughout the village. Mrs Valois, always elegant and with impeccable manners, represented the balance in the home, while Mr Valois, though sometimes a little strict, was the pillar of discipline and hard work. They complemented each other''s strengths and weaknesses, and together they had created a warm environment where love and respect were fundamental.

    Bastian, the eldest of the brothers, aged 28, was the epitome of what it meant to be a Valois: attractive, intelligent and charismatic. His presence was magnetic, and his smile could disarm even the harshest of critics. However, to the frustration of many noble families, Bastian did not seem interested in marriage. He was a free spirit with an insatiable appetite for travel and adventure. His motto was that the world was too big to stay in one place, and he could often be found planning his next expedition, whether to explore a new city or venture into the wilderness. Although his parents politely suggested that it was time to settle down, he always found an excuse to put it off.

    Then there was Oliver, the youngest of the boys, just 14. Oliver was the epitome of youthful enthusiasm. Always restless, always curious, he seemed to be on a constant quest to discover and create. He loved art, especially painting, and could spend hours in his room, brush in hand, letting his imagination run wild. Landscapes, portraits, even simple sketches filled his world with colour and meaning. However, if there was one thing that was clearly not his thing, it was musical instruments. No matter how hard he tried, any attempt to play a tune ended in disaster, as he himself admitted with a carefree laugh.

    Rosette, the eldest of the sisters, 24 years old, was the pride of the family when it came to beauty. She had an air that attracted attention wherever she went, a mixture of elegance and self-confidence that seemed innate. Her face, with delicate features reminiscent of her mother''s, and her hair, always perfectly styled, made her stand out even among the most refined ladies. But Rosette was not just a pretty face; she had an overflowing passion for dancing. She could often be found practising her steps in the main hall, moving with a grace that seemed to defy gravity. Although marriage was something she eventually considered for her future, it was clear that her personal dreams and goals were her priority.

    Seventeen-year-old Amaranta was close in age to M¨¢ximo and, according to many, bore a striking physical resemblance. Their family nicknamed them ''the non-twins'', a joke that had been around since they were young. But despite their physical similarities, their personalities were very different. Amaranta was brave and determined, a young woman who preferred action to analysis. She had an impressive ability with musical instruments, a talent that everyone in the family admired. Although she was quieter than her brother, her opinions were always forceful when she decided to share them. Their mother often said that M¨¢ximo was the brain and Amaranta the heart, and although they both pretended not to pay attention to her, they knew there was some truth in those words.

    Finally, there was Daniela, the youngest of the family, barely 12 years old. Daniela was a spark of energy and joy in the house, always running from one place to another, filling the rooms with her infectious laughter. She was a girl who loved to play with her friends and had a particular fondness for the colour turquoise, so much so that most of her clothes and accessories were of this hue. Her sincerity, though sometimes disarming, was one of her most endearing qualities. There was nothing Daniela enjoyed more than spending time with her older brothers, who never hesitated to spoil her.

    The dynamic between the siblings was in many ways the heart of the family. Although there were occasional arguments and inevitable differences, there was also a deep bond that united them. Each had their place in the group, their strengths and weaknesses, and together they formed a unique team. The days at the Valois house were full of activity, with each member busy with their own interests and hobbies, but they always found time to get together and share stories, jokes or simply a meal.

    Despite his more reserved nature, Maximo found solace in the company of his brothers and sisters. Each of them brought something different to his life: Basti¨¢n''s guidance, Oliver''s creativity, Rosette''s grace, Amaranta''s bravery and Daniela''s joy. Although he sometimes wished for a little more silence to concentrate on his numbers, he knew that the chaos of his home was also what gave it meaning. In his quieter moments, when he allowed himself to reflect, he understood that his family was his greatest treasure, however much he sometimes felt overwhelmed.

    In the Valois family, mornings were a mixture of sounds, movements and unbridled rhythms that could hardly be described as quiet. Some were reluctant to leave the warmth of their beds, while others were already awake and busy with their pre-dawn activities. The hustle and bustle seemed to be part of the essence of the family: a daily whirlwind that was chaotic but somehow worked.

    M¨¢ximo used to wake up early, just as the first rays of sunlight began to filter through the windows of his room. His mother shared this habit. Both had a leisurely but steady rhythm, finding the stillness of the early hours of the day the perfect time to plan. This synchronicity was no accident; mother and son had much in common in character: calm, calculating and with a patience that rarely ran out. But when they did speak, it was with such firmness that there was no need to repeat what had been said. This quality, which set them apart from other members of the family, gave them an air of effortless authority.

    The rest of the household, however, was a different story. Bastian, the eldest brother, was one of those who could sleep in as long as he didn''t have any important duties to attend to. Rosette, although disciplined in her passion for dance, often stayed in bed a little longer than expected, enjoying the time she could spend resting after hours of rehearsal. Amaranta, always punctual, had an almost military schedule for starting the day, while little Oliver let himself be carried away by the mood of the moment: sometimes he jumped out of bed full of energy, sometimes he had to be practically dragged out by someone.

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    Daniela, for her part, was the first to rush out of her room, full of enthusiasm and ready for whatever adventure the day might bring. Though they were a family of immense wealth, the Valois did not let this keep them from the simple things in life. Yes, they had a team of domestic servants to take care of many tasks, but both parents and children preferred to be involved in the day-to-day running of the household. M¨¢ximo would help organise the household paperwork, checking bills or financial records; his mother would sometimes personally oversee the preparation of important meals. Even the smallest tasks, such as setting the table or making coffee, were moments in which everyone participated.

    Daniela, with her inexhaustible energy, was particularly active in the kitchen. She loved to decorate the plates with personal touches, such as edible flowers or little figures made of fruit, and she always insisted that everything looked perfect before serving.

    The dynamic between them was not always orderly, but that did not mean there was no harmony. The Valois shared something special: a bond so strong that even in the midst of the most heated arguments or the most chaotic moments, there was always laughter. Each member of the family had his own way of being, his own interests and priorities, but this diversity did not divide them. On the contrary, it brought them closer together. They all knew they could count on each other in any situation.

    Maxim, like his siblings, had learned to appreciate this particular dynamic. Although he sometimes wished for a little more quiet to concentrate on his figures and calculations, he also found solace in the hustle and bustle of the family. He knew that in the most important moments they were all there to support each other, like a perfectly aligned cogwheel that somehow always worked.

    At breakfast, which was rarely on time, the Valois spirit was at its strongest. Conversations ranged from Oliver''s artistic projects to Rosette''s plans for her upcoming performances. Amaranta, with her calm but firm character, was usually the one to mediate in any disagreements. Bastian, always with a clever joke, kept the atmosphere relaxed, while Daniela added her childlike sparkle with exaggerated stories about her games or creative ideas. The parents, though often busy with their own responsibilities, always made sure to be present, listening and offering wisdom when needed.

    It was a mess, yes, but one that no one would change. The Valois were a family who, despite their differences and very different personalities, knew how to find balance in diversity. They accepted and loved each other as they were, and this was undoubtedly the greatest strength of their home.

    Breakfast at the Valois home was, as always, a reflection of the family''s dynamism. The usual bustle filled the room, with crossed conversations, laughter and occasional comments on the day''s plans. Bastian was talking animatedly about an upcoming trip he was planning, while Rosette was trying to persuade Amaranta to accompany her to a dance class. Oliver was sketching on a napkin, and Daniela was talking to her mother about the dessert they were going to make together that afternoon. Maximo, on the other hand, kept a low profile, eating in silence and listening to the surrounding comments. It was a chaotic scene, but also a warm one, reflecting the bond that united the Valois.

    After breakfast, everyone dispersed to go about their business. Maximo went to school as usual. Though he enjoyed it, school was not his favorite place; he tended to focus on his own thoughts rather than socializing. This day, however, promised to be different. As soon as he arrived, he took his seat in the classroom and to his surprise, Priscilla, the princess and heir to the throne, decided to sit next to him.

    ¡ª Good morning, Maximo. ¡ª she said with a friendly smile as she arranged her things.

    Maximo looked up from his notebook in surprise, but greeted her calmly.

    ¡ª Good morning, Miss Priscilla. What brings you here?

    ¡ª Curiosity, I suppose. I always see you reading something interesting, and I thought maybe you could recommend something new, I don''t know what to read these days.

    Maximo raised an eyebrow, intrigued by her comment.

    ¡ª Well, it depends on what you like to read. I''m reading Plato''s ''Republic''. Are you interested in philosophy?

    ¡ª Not much, to be honest, but I''m intrigued as to how you can enjoy something that seems so¡­ complicated.

    Maximo smiled slightly, a little more relaxed. ¡ª It''s not complicated if you can connect with the ideas. Plato talks a lot about justice and how an ideal society should be organized. It''s interesting to think about whether something like that would be possible today.

    ¡ª And what do you think? ¡ª she asked, leaning slightly towards him, as if his words were the most important thing in the world at that moment.

    ¡ª I think it''s an ideal that''s difficult to achieve, but not impossible. It depends on people and their choices.

    Priscilla listened to him attentively, as if every word was worth analyzing. This first conversation set the tone for the rest of the day.

    During each break, Priscilla would look for Maximo, and although he was a little reluctant at first, he soon began to enjoy her company. They talked not only about philosophy, but also about literature, history, and even authors they both thought were overrated. Maximo was surprised to discover that Priscilla had a great knowledge of poetry, a subject he had never really explored.

    During lunch, the two of them sat together at a secluded table, which did not go unnoticed by the other students, including those who, like Selene, were used to monopolizing Maximo''s attention. Selene, who had been watching them from a distance, finally decided to intervene.

    ¡ª Maximo, can I talk to you for a moment? ¡ª Selene said as she approached the table with an air of confidence.

    Maximo looked up from his plate, noting the authoritative tone in her voice. Priscilla, meanwhile, remained calm, discreetly observing the situation.

    ¡ª What do you need, Selene? ¡ª Maximo asked, although he didn''t seem particularly interested.

    ¡ª It is something important. Come with me for a moment.

    He sighed and put his cutlery aside.

    ¡ª I''m sorry, Selene, but I''m busy right now. Can''t you see I''m in the middle of a conversation?

    ¡ª This can''t wait.

    Maximo looked her straight in the eye, his voice calm but firm.

    ¡ª If it''s so important, you could say it here, but I don''t think that''s the case. Please, leave me alone.

    Selene pursed her lips, clearly annoyed, but with no other option, she turned and walked away, muttering something to herself. Priscilla looked at him with a mixture of surprise and amusement.

    ¡ª That was¡­ direct.

    ¡ª Sometimes it has to be, but with Selene.

    Maximo replied with a shrug. Then he quickly changed the subject and resumed their conversation about the books they had been discussing before they were interrupted.

    ¡ª So, you said that your favorite book is a collection of poems. Which poet would you recommend to someone like me?

    Priscilla smiled, grateful for his ability to remain calm and his genuine interest in her words.

    The rest of the day was a constant exchange of ideas between them. They took advantage of every free moment to talk, whether in the corridors, during practical lessons or even when they left the school. Priscilla enjoyed Maximo''s intelligence and unique perspective, while he appreciated her curiosity and her way of listening with genuine attention.

    At the end of the day, when they both said goodbye at the school entrance, Maximo stood there in silence for a few seconds, watching her go. Something about his interaction with Priscilla had made him think, not about numbers or philosophy, but about the unexpected connections that can form between two people.

 Eleventh.

    Waltz were a recurring tradition in the kingdom, a way of keeping the social life active and, in many cases, of establishing alliances. For Priscilla, however, these evenings represented a constant reminder of her position and the expectations placed upon her. As a princess and future queen, her attendance was mandatory, and standing out was more of a responsibility than a choice.

    But what made her most uncomfortable was not the attention she received, but the reason behind it. She knew she was not admired for her intelligence, her skill in sports or her wit, but simply because she wore the crown. The suitors who approached her did so in the hope of securing a place on the throne, not out of a genuine interest in her as a person. That idea repulsed her deeply.

    In this social context, any family with sufficient resources could organize a ball. The financing, the invitations, and the success of the event were the responsibility of the hosts. This year, the Akvis, known for their eccentric choice of themes, sent out an invitation for their next celebration.

    The Akvis family always left a distinctive mark on their events, and this time was no exception. The ¡°Dagger Ball¡± was their proposal for the year, a name that caused surprise and curiosity, although not entirely unexpected. In previous years, they had presented the ¡°Martyrdom Ball¡± and the ¡°Desolation Ball¡±. Their predilection for dark and dramatic themes was well known.

    In addition to their thematic peculiarity, the Akvis had a style that set them apart. Their outfits were a mixture of dark tones: deep blacks, intense reds or somber shades of green. Their hairstyles were extravagant, as if every detail was carefully designed to make an impact and not go unnoticed.

    The invitation, decorated with illustrations of daggers and silver filigree, arrived at the royal palace. The unique name of the event came as no surprise to Priscilla or her grandmother. What caught their attention was the accompanying requirement: each guest was to wear a dagger that represented their inner self. An unusual condition, even by Akvis standards.

    The invitation also arrived at the Valois mansion, causing the same reaction in Maximo. He was already used to the extravagant names the Akvis chose for their balls, but that didn''t stop him from being a little surprised every year. Maximo preferred the more classical themes, such as those evoking flowers or seasons, but he knew that the Akvis were unique in their style.

    ¡ªThe dagger dance? ¡ª Maximo muttered as he read the invitation. ¡ªWhat will be next? The poison dance? ¡ª His mother, always patient with the social eccentricities of the kingdom, simply laughed as she arranged the details of her own attire.

    Although he did not share the Akvis'' enthusiasm for the dramatic, Maximo knew that he would attend, as would Princess Priscilla and many other important families. These events were more than just social gatherings; they were spaces for observing, conversing and, sometimes, discovering unexpected things about others.

    And although Maximo was not someone who enjoyed excess or pretension, there was a part of him that silently began to look forward to these encounters.

    The following day, the queen had requested that a wide selection of daggers be brought to the palace, so that she and Priscilla could choose at their leisure. The Akvis had the particular ability to impose extravagant requirements at their balls, something that did not go unnoticed by anyone.

    ¡ªThe Akvis always force us to acquire such unusual objects. ¡ª said the queen as she watched the servants open the boxes and display the daggers on long tables covered with black velvet.

    Priscilla, standing next to her, rolled her eyes. ¡ª I wouldn''t be surprised if next year they call it ¡°the dance of lust¡± or something equally strange.

    The queen let out a little laugh. ¡ªWith them, anything is possible.

    The boxes opened one after the other, and soon the room was filled with metallic sparkles and brilliant gems. The daggers were arranged as if they were part of a luxurious exhibition, each one more elaborate than the last. The queen and Priscilla walked calmly, carefully observing each one.

    ¡ªTake your time, dear. Don''t choose just for appearance; it should be something that really represents you. ¡ª the queen advised her.

    Priscilla nodded, but nothing seemed to catch her attention. She passed by the tables without stopping too long, until she reached the end of the room. There, in an open suitcase, something caught her eye. She stopped, leaning forward slightly to get a better look.

    A man who appeared to be in charge of the selection approached her with a professional smile.

    ¡ª Princess, this is a collection of obsidian combined with pure steel. Some have ruby details, others emeralds, and there are also some with rose quartz. ¡ª he explained as he pointed to each dagger he mentioned.

    ¡ªObsidian¡­ ¡ª Priscilla murmured to herself, her thoughts beginning to wander.

    The depth of the obsidian captivated her, as if that intense blackness hid stories and secrets. Her eyes went back and forth between a dagger with ruby details and another adorned with rose quartz. Both had an elegant and powerful design, but she couldn''t decide.

    Finally, she looked up and spoke with determination. ¡ª I want both: the quartz one and the ruby one. I need them to make me a double belt so I can wear them both.

    The manager nodded respectfully. ¡ª Of course, princess. An excellent choice. I''ll make sure the belt is ready in time.

    ¡ªThank you very much, sir. ¡ª Priscilla replied with a slight bow.

    At that moment, the queen approached, observing her granddaughter''s choice with interest. ¡ª Have you chosen yet?

    Priscilla nodded with a smile. ¡ª Of course. Which one is yours?

    The queen pointed to a more discreet but equally elegant dagger, made of white quartz with blue diamond accents. ¡ª I chose this one. It has a serene but strong energy. I see you decided on the obsidian one. It reminds me of your mother.

    The comment caused them both to fall silent for a moment. Priscilla looked down at the daggers she had picked, feeling a pang of emotion.

    ¡ªReally? ¡ª she asked softly, looking up at her grandmother.

    The queen nodded, and a nostalgic smile spread across her face. ¡ª Your mother loved obsidian. She said it was a symbol of inner strength.

    Priscilla couldn''t help but smile, although her heart was filled with a warm melancholy. ¡ª Then I made the right choice.

    The remaining daggers were sent to the Valois family, who received the sample with enthusiasm and spent the morning selecting theirs. The tables in the main hall were covered with maroon velvet, on which the daggers rested, each radiating an aura of mystery and elegance.

    Maximo, however, was in a quandary. He had walked around the display several times, looking at each piece carefully, but none seemed to capture his attention. His brothers and mother had already made their choices, leaving Maximo as the only one who had not chosen his dagger.

    ¡ªMaximo, dear, these gentlemen don''t have all day. ¡ª Mrs. Valois reminded him with an impatient smile as her fingers played with the hilt of her own choice, a classically designed dagger inlaid with amethysts.

    ¡ªI know, mother. Apologies. I will take my last turn and choose one. ¡ª replied Maximo, bowing his head slightly towards the vendors as a sign of respect.

    With renewed determination, he once again walked around the room, stopping at each table. However, when he reached the end, his gaze was drawn to a closed suitcase next to the vendor. Something about it caught his attention.

    ¡ªExcuse me, sir. Are those daggers not available? ¡ª he asked, pointing to the suitcase.

    The salesman looked up, somewhat surprised by the question.

    ¡ªTwo of those daggers have already been selected by the princess, sir. The third one, with emerald details, has been with me for years. No one has shown any interest in it.¡ª

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    Max felt a spark of curiosity at the explanation. ¡ª Take it out and show it to me.

    The salesman obeyed, carefully opening the suitcase and taking out an obsidian dagger adorned with a vibrant emerald in the center. Max reached out to take it, and as soon as his fingers touched the handle, he felt a strange connection.

    The dagger seemed designed for him. The contrast between the deep black of the obsidian and the intense green of the emerald had a unique elegance that resonated with his own style and taste for gems. He had always had a predilection for green stones: emeralds, green sapphires and tourmalines.

    ¡ªIt''s perfect. ¡ª he murmured to himself, but the salesman heard him.

    ¡ªWill you take it, sir?

    Maximo nodded with a slight smile. ¡ª Without a doubt.

    As he examined the dagger more closely, another idea crossed his mind. ¡ª Do you have a similar version, but with sapphires?

    The salesman nodded quickly. ¡ª Of course, sir. I have the same one, but with blue sapphire details. I can bring it to you tomorrow.

    ¡ªDo it. I want it too.

    ¡ªOf course, sir. It will be a pleasure.

    Maximo looked again at the dagger in his hands and felt satisfied. He had finally found something that not only fulfilled the requirement of the ball, but also seemed to reflect a part of his personality. Even if he didn''t openly admit it, he knew that dagger would be special.

    The day finally arrived, and the atmosphere at the dagger dance was charged with excitement and expectation. Priscilla had chosen a dress that, although simple in design, reflected the soft, delicate colors of her rose quartz dagger. The dress was made of pale pink chiffon and satin, with a fitted corset that accentuated her figure, while the skirt fell in light layers to the floor, giving an ethereal air. The black lace details on the edge of the corset and the short sleeves provided a contrast that echoed the dark shades of obsidian. To complete her outfit, she wore black necklaces and earrings that enhanced her look.

    For his part, Maximo wore his typical black suit, but this time modified to give him more mobility. The trousers had strategic cuts that facilitated movement, and the fitted vest was designed with hidden compartments for the daggers. Both daggers were in their respective places: the obsidian one with an emerald on his belt and the blue sapphire one in a compartment on his back.

    Selene, true to her extravagance, wore an imposing dress in intense black and orange tones, decorated with embroidery that simulated flames. Her dagger was short and pointed, with burnished steel details and orange garnets that glowed like fire. She wore elbow-length mesh gloves, and her bare shoulders conveyed an air of defiance.

    The ballroom quickly filled with guests parading in impressive attire, carrying their daggers like pieces of art. However, Selene paid little attention; all that mattered was Maximo'' absence.

    Meanwhile, outside the hall, Priscilla gracefully descended from her carriage. She had barely set foot on the ground when another carriage arrived behind hers. It was the Valois carriage.

    Maximo was the first to get out, impeccable and elegant, making immediate eye contact with Priscilla. Beside him got out his brothers, Bastian and Oliver, followed by their mother. Seeing the queen waiting, the three young Valois bowed in synchronized reverence.

    ¡ªMaxim, Bastian, Oliver. Splendid and presentable as always. ¡ª said the queen with a smile of approval.

    ¡ªGood evening, your majesty. ¡ª the three replied in unison with courtesy.

    The queen turned to Maximo with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. ¡ªMaximo, would you do me the great favor of going in with Priscilla and keeping her company? I know she doesn''t enjoy these events, but I also know that she enjoys your company more than mine.

    ¡ªGrandma! ¡ª protested Priscilla, blushing instantly. However, she could not deny that his words were, as always, absolutely true.

    Maximo, with a calm smile, nodded. ¡ª Of course I would accompany her tonight, your majesty. ¡ª He extended his arm towards Priscilla. ¡ª Shall we go, princess?

    Priscilla took his arm with some misgiving, but couldn''t help feeling a comforting warmth as she did so. As they walked towards the entrance, she murmured:

    ¡ªYou didn''t have to accept. ¡ª A sigh of resignation escaped her lips.

    ¡ªBut I wanted to. ¡ª Maximo replied with a slight laugh.

    From a distance, the queen watched the scene with Bastian and Oliver.

    ¡ªThey''re not hiding it at all. ¡ª said Bastian with a mischievous smile.

    ¡ªNot at all. ¡ª the queen repeated with amusement. ¡ª Will you escort me, young men?

    ¡ªOf course, your majesty! ¡ª Oliver replied excitedly.

    The three walked behind Maximo and Priscilla, laughing among themselves, while the dance of the daggers promised a night full of memorable moments.

    All eyes were on Priscilla and Maximo, who were still chatting quietly in a corner, away from the bustle of the dance. The conversation flowed naturally between them, discussing books, which were bad and which were good, interrupting themselves at times to humorously debate whether an author deserved praise or criticism.

    ¡ªYou can''t judge him so harshly. ¡ª Priscilla said with a laugh.

    ¡ªOf course I can¡­ ¡ª Maximo was about to continue when he felt a touch on his shoulder. He turned his head and found Selene, who was looking at him with a mixture of anger and a forced smile.

    ¡ªMaxi, it''s my family''s dance, and you didn''t come to greet me? ¡ª Selene said, trying to keep her tone light.

    ¡ªSelene, I didn''t see you. Your dress looks like it''s on fire. ¡ªMaximo looked at her with some surprise, referring to the intense colors of Selene''s outfit.

    ¡ªDo you like it, Maxi? Look at my dagger, look, look. ¡ª She insisted like a little girl, quickly changing the subject back to herself.

    Priscilla watched in silence, but for some reason this time she wasn''t bothered by Selene''s attitude. Instead, she felt a slight regret, an uneasiness at seeing how Selene was claiming Maximo''s attention. It was a feeling she couldn''t explain.

    ¡ªIt¡¯s pretty, Selene. ¡ª Maximo replied quickly. ¡ª But I''m having a conversation.

    ¡ªOh, my mother wants to talk to you, and¡­ ¡ª Selene took his arm as she spoke, gradually leading him away from Priscilla. She was now unable to hear what Selene was saying, and was left alone again.

    The rest of the night passed in a similar way. Selene seemed determined to monopolize Maximo, leaving Priscilla isolated. Although she tried to enjoy the evening, she couldn''t help feeling uncomfortable. Meanwhile, Selene remained furious, her jealousy feeding an idea in her mind that she would soon act on.

    Selene approached her group of friends, Grissalda and Marina, who shared her resentment towards Priscilla.

    ¡ªThat little princess approached my Max again. ¡ª Selene said with a tone laden with contained anger.

    ¡ªOh yeah? She always thinks she''s the best. ¡ª Grissalda said, rolling her eyes.

    ¡ªDid you know that she rejected my brother last week? She''s an egomaniac. ¡ª Marina added with contempt.

    The three of them laughed, and Selene spoke again with a crooked smile.

    ¡ªLet''s play a little joke on her, something to get her to leave. I don''t want her here in her little pink dress pretending to be so innocent.

    ¡ªWe could teach her a lesson¡­ ¡ª Grissalda murmured suggestively.

    The three of them looked at each other, as if they could read each other''s thoughts, and dispersed around the place with clear intentions. Selene and Grissalda went up to the second floor, while Marina stayed close to Priscilla, waiting for the perfect opportunity.

    From the upper floor, Selene took a glass of wine and carefully threw it down, right above where Priscilla was, staining her dress.

    ¡ªAh! What? ¡ª Priscilla jumped, looking up, but saw no one.

    ¡ªOh, princess. ¡ª Marina approached with an expression of feigned concern.

    ¡ªLet me help you clean yourself up.

    ¡ªThank you, Marina. How terrible this is¡­ ¡ª Priscilla replied with a resigned sigh.

    Marina led her to one of the nearby libraries. When they arrived, she didn''t turn on the lights until they were both in the center of the room. When the light finally illuminated the space, Selene, Grissalda, and Marina were surrounding her with malicious smiles.

    ¡ªWhat are you doing? ¡ª asked Priscilla, sensing that something was wrong.

    ¡ªIs this yours, princess? ¡ª Marina held up Priscilla''s rose quartz dagger. ¡ªObsidian¡­ Always so peculiar.

    ¡ªHand that over to me, Marina. ¡ª Priscilla reached out firmly.

    Selene approached, her expression full of anger. ¡ªWhat are you doing near Maximo? My Maximo. You don''t deserve him. I know him better!

    ¡ªMy grandmother asked him to accompany me, damn fool. You''re obsessed with him. ¡ª Priscilla''s voice was sharp.

    ¡ªWhat did you call her? ¡ª interrupted Grissalda, pushing Priscilla brusquely aside. ¡ª You''re a hypocrite. You rejected my brother last week. Who do you think you are?

    ¡ªYour brother is crazy. He wants the privileges of a king when he''s barely a duke. ¡ª Priscilla''s response was direct, without hesitation.

    ¡ªYou stupid bitch¡­ ¡ª Grissalda took a step forward, but Selene stopped her.

    ¡ªCalm down, Grissalda. ¡ª Selene smiled coldly before addressing Priscilla. ¡ª You think you''re the best, don''t you?

    ¡ªI am, Selene. Much better than you. ¡ª Priscilla raised her chin, challenging her.

    Selene''s rage reached its limit. With her dagger in hand, she left a thin cut on Priscilla''s forearm. ¡ª And now?

    Priscilla backed away, holding her arm to stop the bleeding. ¡ªYou''re crazy¡­

    ¡ªI would do anything to claim what is mine. ¡ª Selene snapped.

    ¡ª You don¡¯t own Maximo. You will always be a friend to him. Priscilla emphasized the last word with contempt.

    Selene gritted her teeth, pushing her hard one last time. Priscilla fell to the ground, and the dagger she was carrying in her thigh grazed Selene''s leg, causing a small wound.

    ¡ªConsider it a promise. ¡ª whispered Selene, her voice full of venom. ¡ªGo near him again, and you''ll be a dead little princess.

    ¡ªSelene¡­ ¡ª murmured Grissalda nervously, pointing to the blood falling to the floor.

    Selene''s eyes widened in horror at the sight of the wound. Marina and Grissalda screamed in panic and rushed out of the room. Selene, now frightened, looked around before fleeing too, leaving Priscilla alone.

    A few minutes later, some guards arrived and found Priscilla wounded but conscious. They helped her up and called for Maximo, who arrived quickly. Seeing her, his concern was evident.

    ¡ªWhat did they do to you? ¡ª he asked in a serious voice, kneeling down beside her.

    Priscilla tried to smile weakly. ¡ª Nothing I can''t handle.

    Maximo shook his head as he carefully held Priscilla, his eyes full of determination.

    ¡ª It does not end here, Cil. ¡ª

    Priscilla blinked, surprised by the nickname.

    ¡ªCil? What a good nickname¡­ ¡ª she murmured with a slight smile, despite the pain.

    Both laughed softly, although the situation was still serious. There was no time for more, as people were already taking Priscilla out of the room to attend to her. The dance, which until recently had been full of life, ended abruptly.

    Selene and her friends, aware of what they had caused, dispersed among the crowd, their faces tense. They would have to wait until Wednesday, at school, to talk about what had happened. The tension was just beginning to build.

 Twelfth.

    Priscilla rested in her room, dimly lit by the sunlight filtering through the heavy curtains. She was surrounded by fluffy pillows and a small mountain of books stacked on her bedside table, a reflection of her insatiable love of reading. Although the bandage on her arm reminded her of the incident, the pain was now little more than a mild discomfort. It was much more bearable than the bruises and blows she had endured in her fencing training, where she had never allowed the gentleness associated with being a princess to define her limits. Her greatest regret, however, was not the injury itself, but the fact that she had missed her weekly martial arts lessons. Those lessons were one of the few times she felt in complete control of herself and her surroundings.

    She held a history book in her hands and tried to lose herself in its pages, but the memories of what had happened at the ball would not leave her alone. She closed her eyes for a moment, and the image of Selene came back with an intensity that made her press her lips together. Selene''s disturbed look, her hateful words and the moment when everything went out of control were still vivid in her mind. Still, she had chosen to remain silent. Neither her grandmother, the Queen, nor the members of Parliament knew the details of the confrontation. When questioned, she lied and said she did not remember how it happened. It was a decision she had made in the moment, but as the days passed, she was not sure if she had done the right thing.

    Part of her silence had to do with where she had placed her dagger. ¡°Maybe I shouldn''t have put it in my thigh,¡± she thought over and over, like a constant reproach. Although it was a natural choice for her, in such a formal setting as the ball, it could have been interpreted as carelessness or even unnecessary provocation. But there was something else that kept her silent: a mixture of guilt, caution, and a strange fascination with Selene''s true intentions. She wasn''t sure she wanted to open that door.

    She tried to clear her mind and concentrate on her recovery. She gazed at the ceiling, decorated with intricate frescoes that told stories of heroes and gods from ages past, while her mind drifted to more personal memories. Her parents. She could barely remember their faces. They had died when she was a child, and the circumstances remained a carefully hidden secret. Whenever she asked, the answers were vague, evasive, or accompanied by uncomfortable looks. This lack of clarity fed an uncertainty that grew over the years, leaving a painful void in her heart.

    Then, like a flash, an idea came to her: the Oracle of Delphi and the Pythia. She had read about them in various ancient texts. Though many considered them legends or superstition, Priscilla was intrigued by the possibility of finding answers in something beyond the earthly.

    The Oracle of Delphi was one of the most important spiritual centers in Ancient Greece. According to legend, people from every corner of the known world came to the temple of Apollo in search of divine wisdom. The Pythia, the priestess who acted as an intermediary between the gods and mortals, sat on a tripod over a crack in the earth. It was said that by inhaling the sacred vapors that emanated from there, she would enter a state of trance that allowed her to utter enigmatic prophecies that the priests interpreted for those who consulted her.

    Generals, kings, and even humble peasants had traveled great distances to hear her words, believing they contained hidden truths about their destinies. For many, Delphi was a bridge between the mortal world and the divine. Though those times seemed distant, the echoes of these traditions still reverberated in the oldest corners of the Roman monarchy.

    Priscilla knew her world had changed, but she could not ignore the symbolic power of the oracle. In the privacy of her room, she pondered: ¡°Could a figure like the Pythia give me the answers I need?¡± The idea seemed far-fetched, even childish, but deep down, something told her it was worth a try. What if the answers to her parents'' deaths were not to be found in the corridors of the palace, but in a place where the divine and the human intertwined?

    Priscilla made a firm decision. She knew she couldn''t live with the doubts that consumed her. It was time to seek answers, and although the idea of going to the Oracle at Delphi sounded risky, something inside her told her she had to try. With that thought in mind, she asked the servants to help her get to her grandmother''s chambers.

    When she entered, the queen greeted her with a warm smile and a look that conveyed both love and concern. ¡ª My child, is anything wrong? ¡ª she asked, studying her granddaughter''s face carefully.

    Priscilla shook her head gently as she took a seat beside her grandmother.

    ¡ª Not at all, Grandma. I just need to talk to you about something important.

    The queen clasped her hands with Priscilla''s, expecting a serious conversation.

    ¡ª Of course I will, my dear. Is it about the accident? Have you learned anything new?

    Priscilla sighed deeply before answering.

    ¡ª I wish. But no, it''s not about that. I want to go to the Pythia, Grandmother. I want to consult the Oracle of Delphi to find out how my parents died. ¡ª Her voice was firm, and her eyes shone with unwavering determination.

    The queen frowned slightly, surprised by the request.

    ¡ª Why the Oracle, dear?

    ¡ª I know it sounds irrational, but I feel I might find something there. I don''t know if it will be a clear answer, but at least a clue. I can''t go on with this uncertainty. I have to know what really happened.

    The queen was silent for a moment, looking at her granddaughter with a mixture of pride and regret. Then she made a decision. ¡ª My child¡­

    ¡ª Priscilla interrupted, squeezing the queen''s hands tightly. Her voice cracked a little, revealing her frustration. ¡ª I can''t live like this. We deserve to know the truth, and I deserve to do my own research.¡ª

    The queen gently caressed Priscilla''s cheek, seeing in her not only the child she had raised, but a woman of unbreakable spirit.

    ¡ª I would never deny you such a thing, my daughter. In fact, it fills me with pride that you would use your intellect and your will to seek what you need. Of course, you may go.

    Priscilla''s eyes filled with gratitude as she smiled warmly.

    ¡ª Thank you, Grandmother. You have always been the best. I promise to leave as soon as my wounds are completely healed.

    The queen nodded solemnly, though there was a hint of concern in her eyes.

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    ¡ª So be it, my child. But remember, you are not alone in this. I will be here, waiting for your return, ready to support you in all things.

    Priscilla leaned forward and hugged her grandmother tightly. For the first time in days, she felt some relief. Though the road ahead seemed uncertain, she was determined to face it. The journey to Delphi would be the first step to the truth.

    The warm embrace between Priscilla and her grandmother was interrupted by one of the servants who entered with a respectful but urgent gesture.

    ¡ª We have a young man who wishes to see the princess. ¡ª he announced.

    ¡ª A young man? Priscilla and the Queen asked in unison.

    ¡ª Mr. Maximo Valois, Your Majesties.

    Priscilla raised her eyebrows in surprise as she looked at her grandmother with some uncertainty.

    ¡ª Oh¡­ ¡ª she murmured, unable to hide a hint of emotion in her voice.

    The queen, with her usual calm, smiled slightly before giving instructions.

    ¡ª Take her in the wheelchair to the library. Be careful and make sure they are there.

    Priscilla nodded and said goodbye to her grandmother with a nod of her head. Soon after, the servants carefully took her to the library, a large and majestic room with shelves reaching to the ceiling, full of knowledge and secrets. It was there that Maximo arrived, accompanied by his mother.

    ¡ª Princess. ¡ª Maximo''s mother said with an impeccable bow.

    ¡ª Princess. ¡ª Maximo repeated, also bowing, but with a more relaxed touch.

    Priscilla smiled, grateful for his visit.

    ¡ª Thank you for coming. I''ve had nothing but visitors from the Parliament lately. They''re a pain in the neck.

    Everyone laughed quietly at her remark. Maximo''s mother was the first to approach to check on his condition.

    ¡ª How are you, miss? Are you recovering well?

    ¡ª I am recovering as fast as a dolphin, Mrs. Valois. I feel very fortunate.

    ¡ª You didn''t lose much blood? ¡ª Asked Maximo, his tone indicating genuine concern.

    Priscilla shrugged slightly, downplaying the importance of the matter.

    ¡ª Not enough to worry about.

    Madame Valois nodded, reassured by the answer.

    ¡ª We are very happy, Princess. I have come to accompany my son, but for now I will take my leave. I hope you will enjoy Maximo''s company.

    ¡ª Of course he will. Thank you for your visit, Madame Valois.

    With a final curtsy, Max''s mother left the library, leaving them alone. They looked at each other for a few seconds before bursting out laughing simultaneously, breaking any tension.

    ¡ª What have you been up to these days? ¡ª Max asked, smiling. ¡ª You must be dying of boredom.

    ¡ª Not really. I''ve been reading a lot. History to be exact, although it''s not as exciting as I expected. I hope you can recommend some books before you leave.

    Maximo crossed his arms and looked at her with a raised eyebrow. ¡ª Really? This is the royal library. If you can''t find something good here, where else would you go? ¡ª They both laughed at his remark.

    ¡ª Well, I can''t walk much, so I haven''t been able to choose my own books. ¡ª Priscilla admitted, pouting to get another laugh out of him.

    Max shook his head in amusement. ¡ª What kind of books would you like to read, Cil?

    The nickname, said so casually, made her smile.

    ¡ª You read a lot of philosophy. Pick three or four books from that area for me, please.

    Without saying anything else, Maximo got up and walked to the philosophy section. His eyes scanned the titles quickly, looking for something he thought would be suitable for Priscilla. From a distance, she couldn''t help but watch him closely. There was something fascinating about his relaxed posture and the way he moved, confident and determined.

    She noticed his broad back, the way his strong shoulders stood out under the fabric of his shirt. The sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, revealing forearms as strong as his character. Priscilla shook her head slightly, trying to dispel these thoughts.

    While Maximo continued to explore, Priscilla took the opportunity to call the servants and ask for some sandwiches, tea, and soft music to accompany the gathering. A few minutes later, he returned with three books in his hand.

    ¡ª I think you''ll like these. ¡ª He placed the books on the table in front of her and began to describe them one by one. ¡ª This is an introduction to Aristotle''s philosophy, very easy to understand. This other one is on ethics, and while it is a bit dense, it has some fascinating ideas. And the last one¡­ well, this is a classic on politics. I''m sure you''ll find something interesting in each one.

    Priscilla listened attentively, delighted not only by the recommendations, but also by the passion with which he spoke of each book.

    Priscilla looked at him with a slight smile on her face.

    ¡ª Would you like me to recommend some to you?

    Maximo raised his eyebrows, intrigued, and nodded enthusiastically.

    ¡ª Of course, surprise me.

    She pointed to the shelves with precise gestures.

    ¡ª Column three, middle shelf, book number nine. Same column, but on the bottom shelf, book number four. And¡­ column seven, fourth shelf from the bottom, book number six.

    Maximo memorized the directions and approached the shelves with a determined air, ready to discover the surprises Priscilla had prepared.

    The books Priscilla had selected were carefully chosen to pique Maximo''s curiosity:

    The Knight Errant, an epic work of fiction about a nobleman who, after losing his family in a political betrayal, wanders through Europe trying to redeem his honor. It mixes adventure, political intrigue, and romance, and is a popular text among young aristocrats looking for something more exciting than the royal chronicles.

    The Thousand Nights of the Phoenix, a collection of fantasy stories set in a faraway kingdom, full of magic, prophecy, and heroes who defy the impossible. Very popular due to the influence of Eastern tales that had reached Rome via trade routes.

    Spheres of the Firmament, a work of astronomy based on the theories of Claudius Ptolemy and other ancient astronomers, adapted with illustrations and simple explanations for the scientifically curious. Priscilla knew the latter would appeal to Maximo, given his interest in knowledge and the wonders of the universe.

    Maximo returned with the books in hand, smiling as he leafed through them.

    ¡ª Interesting choices, Cil. Especially that last one. Astronomy, eh? I didn''t expect that from you.

    She shrugged, amused.

    ¡ª There is more to me than you imagine, Maximo. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do.

    They both laughed as they continued to chat about their favorite books, exchanging ideas and discovering even more things they had in common.

    The day passed with unexpected calm. Priscilla and Max spent hours discussing the books, alternating between laughter and lively debate. Each page they mentioned seemed to open new doors to their thoughts, and in that space of shared words, time seemed to stand still.

    But like all moments, this one also came to an end. With a slight regret in his tone, Maximo finally stood up.

    ¡ª I have to go, Cil. My family is waiting for me for dinner, and if I''m late, my mother won''t forgive me.

    Priscilla smiled warmly.

    ¡ª Then I won''t keep you. I really appreciate your visit, it was just what I needed.

    Maximo bowed slightly in a gesture of respect, though the sparkle in his eyes betrayed his affection for her. ¡ª It has been a pleasure. I hope you enjoy the books, and perhaps you''ll give me your opinion next time we meet.

    She nodded, holding the books he had recommended, and watched Maximo leave the library. His departure left a silence that, while not uncomfortable, felt a little empty after the day''s lively conversations.

    Back in her room, Priscilla arranged the books on her bedside table, running her fingers gently over the covers. Maximo had a good eye for choosing reading material, and she was eager to get started. For now, she decided that the night would be perfect for exploring one of the philosophy texts he had so highly recommended.

    As she settled between her pillows, the night breeze blowing through the open window, she thought about how refreshing his company had been. Despite the recent incident, this day had brought her a respite she hadn''t had in a long time.

 Thirteenth.

    Priscilla recovered quickly and set out on her journey to the Oracle of Delphos with a mixture of excitement and determination. She knew this would be an important step in her life, an opportunity to seek answers to questions that had plagued her for years. However, in her rush to organize everything, she had not found the time to inform Maximo. For some reason she didn''t fully understand, she felt a strong need to tell him, but finally decided to leave instructions with the servants: if anyone asked for her, they would simply say that she was on an important trip.

    Max, for his part, arrived at the school that morning looking for Priscilla. Disappointment set in quickly when he didn''t find her. She had always been his companion for intelligent conversation and stimulating challenges, and now, without her presence, the place felt empty. With not much else to do, he began to look around, trying to fill the time.

    It was then that he noticed something unusual: Selene and her two friends, Marina and Grissalda, were more tense than usual. They were talking to each other in a corner of the courtyard, moving their hands nervously or twisting their gloves restlessly. Maximo wondered what was going on. He hadn''t seen Selene since Priscilla''s incident, which was strange considering how often he passed her.

    Intrigued, he decided to follow them when he saw the trio moving to a more secluded corner of the garden.

    Keeping his distance, he listened to their conversation, enough to turn his initial curiosity into a mixture of confusion and alarm.

    ¡ª Priscilla didn''t come, Selene. Do you think that''s very bad? ¡ª asked Grissalda, obviously nervous.

    ¡ª Nonsense. I heard she''s traveling. ¡ª Selene replied, trying to keep a carefree tone, even though her gestures gave it away.

    ¡ª We''ve come too far¡­ ¡ª Grissalda lowered her voice and swallowed hard. ¡ª If she says anything, my family will be ruined. My brother will kill me if they find out I pushed her.

    ¡ª She fell by herself, it''s not our fault. ¡ª Marina interjected, trying to console herself more than the others.

    Selene clicked her tongue in annoyance.

    ¡ª That''s right. She fell by herself. We know nothing. If anyone asks, we keep quiet. Do you understand?

    ¡ª Yes, Selene¡­- Marina and Grissalda answered in unison and nodded quickly.

    Selene took a deep breath and added seriously:

    ¡ª Do you have your daggers? I hope you didn''t leave anything at the crime scene.

    ¡ª Of course, we already returned them. ¡ª Marina replied.

    ¡ª Good. Now go to class. I need a break.

    The two girls hurried away, leaving Selene alone. Maximo, who was still hiding, felt his heart beating fast. Could it be that Selene and her friends were involved in the Priscilla incident? The words he had just heard hinted at something darker than he had ever imagined.

    Before he could fully process what he had discovered, Selene began to move toward where he was hiding. Maximo reacted quickly and left before she saw him. When the bell rang, he decided not to return to class. Instead, he went straight to the palace to try to confirm the information.

    But the servants told him the same thing he had already heard: Priscilla was traveling. Nothing more. Maximo returned home with a mind full of questions and a knot in his stomach. In his room, he went over and over what he had heard.

    Maximo returned home with a mind full of questions and a knot in his stomach.

    Was it possible that Selene had been involved in the attack? Why hadn''t Priscilla said anything if she was responsible? Was it true that she didn''t remember what had happened, or was there something else behind her silence?

    Confusion and frustration kept him up late into the night. Something was wrong, and though he didn''t know what, he was determined to find out. What bothered him most was the fact that Priscilla, whom he trusted completely, hadn''t shared something so important with him. What was she hiding?

    Priscilla finally arrived at the Sanctuary of the Pythia, at the foot of the majestic Mount Parnassus. The journey had been long and tiring, but the books Maximo had recommended made the endless hours in the carriage more bearable. Every page she read seemed to carry an echo of his enthusiasm, and that brought a smile to her face even in the most tedious moments of the journey.

    Stepping out of the carriage, Priscilla was surprised to find that the place was not as crowded as she had imagined. Although the sanctuary was famous, the atmosphere was peaceful, filled with a serenity that seemed in perfect harmony with the landscape. The constant murmur of a small nearby fountain and the singing of birds created an almost mystical atmosphere. Priscilla adjusted her cloak to protect her from the cool mountain breeze and began walking toward the main temple, following the guards'' instructions.

    The sanctuary was a work of art in itself, with its imposing Doric columns carved from white stone that gleamed in the sunlight. Every nook and cranny was decorated with reliefs telling ancient myths of gods and legendary heroes. In the distance, the Temple of Apollo rose majestically like the beating heart of the sacred place. Priscilla paused before a statue of the Pythia, depicted with her eyes closed and an expression of deep trance, as if connected to another dimension.

    ¡ª Impressive, isn''t it? ¡ª a male voice said behind her, pulling her out of her reverie.

    Startled, Priscilla turned to see a young man with dark hair and light eyes smiling kindly at her. He was plainly dressed, but his bearing radiated confidence. ¡ª Sorry if I startled you. My name is Leandro. ¡ª the young man said, bowing his head slightly in a gesture of respect.

    ¡ª No, don''t worry, you didn''t frighten me. ¡ª Priscilla replied as she regained her composure. ¡ª I''m Priscilla.

    ¡ª Nice to meet you, Priscilla. You seem new to this place. ¡ª Leandro observed, pointing to the statue with a casual gesture.

    ¡ª That''s right. This is my first time here, and I''m fascinated. There''s something special about this statue, don''t you think?

    ¡ª Definitely. They say the Pythia could see what we can''t. That she had a direct line to the gods. Some believe that these sculptures capture a fragment of that connection, as if they can whisper secrets to you if you look at them long enough.

    Priscilla was intrigued by his words, surprised by the fervor with which he spoke.

    ¡ª And what brings you here, Priscilla?

    ¡ª I am searching for answers about my parents. They died when I was very young, and I''ve never been told how it happened. I want to know the truth.

    Leandro nodded with an expression that mixed understanding and sadness.

    ¡ª It seems that fate has brought us here for similar reasons. I''m looking for answers too, but about my father. I understood that he would come to see me in Paris, but he never arrived. I need to know what happened.

    Priscilla looked at him sympathetically.

    ¡ª How tragic. I can''t imagine it. What was your father''s name?

    ¡ª Magnus. And your parents? What were their names?

    Priscilla felt a chill run down her spine.

    ¡ª My father was also called Magnus and my mother Elina.

    They both looked at each other, surprised and a little confused by the coincidence. Leandro frowned, trying to put the pieces together.

    ¡ª By any chance¡­ was your mother the Princess of Rome? ¡ª he asked, his voice filled with disbelief.

    ¡ª Yes, she was. How do you know that?

    Leandro seemed breathless for a moment before answering:

    ¡ª My father married a woman named Elina when I was nine years old.

    The revelation hit them both like a bolt of lightning. They looked at each other with eyes full of uncertainty, their minds working frantically to understand what it all meant. Could it be that they shared the same blood? That they were half-brothers?

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    ¡ª My father never told me he had another son.

    ¡ª Nor did he tell me he had another daughter. Then you are a princess of Rome?

    ¡ª Yes, since my mother and father never returned, they gave the position to me. . . How old are you?

    ¡ª Me? 27 years old. How old are you?

    ¡ª 17¡­ That fits if he married my mother when you were 9 and my mother got pregnant 4 months after she married my father.

    ¡ª I''ll be 17 on February 17, and you?

    ¡ª February 16th.

    They looked at each other again, but they had reached the Pythia.

    The sanctuary of the Pythia rose before them, imposing and majestic. The Doric columns glowed in the sunlight, and the scent of burning herbs filled the air, as if every particle were charged with ancient magic. Leander and Priscilla walked in silence toward the main temple, their footsteps echoing off the stone slabs worn by centuries of devotion.

    Inside the temple, they were enveloped by a heavy and reverent atmosphere. A priest dressed in white robes with gold embroidery greeted them.

    ¡ª The Pythia awaits you. ¡ª he announced in a deep voice.

    Priscilla and Leandro exchanged a nervous glance before following the priest. He led them into a circular room where incense smoke danced in the air. In the center sat the Pythia on a golden tripod, her eyes closed and her expression one of deep concentration. She seemed as ethereal as the stories that surrounded her, a bridge between the human and the divine.

    The priest gestured for her to speak.

    ¡ª Great Pythia, we have come a long way to find answers about our parents. ¡ª Priscilla said, trying to sound confident even though her heart was pounding.

    ¡ª We both share a bond with a man named Magnus and a woman named Elina. ¡ª Leandro added. ¡ª We want to know what really happened to them.

    The Pythia took a deep breath of incense smoke and, after a few moments of silence, began to speak in a voice that seemed to resonate from another world:

    ¡ª Two lives intertwined by fate, united by love and separated by tragedy. Magnus and Elina are not dead, but neither are they alive as you know them.

    Priscilla felt her knees weaken, but she held on.

    ¡ª What do you mean? Where are they? ¡ª she asked, her voice full of urgency.

    ¡ª A shipwreck took them far away, to unknown lands. Their memories, fragmented like broken glass, keep them in a state between memory and oblivion. But do not despair. Destiny has charted a path for you.

    Leandro clenched his fists.

    ¡ª How do we find her?

    The Pythia slowly opened her eyes and fixed them on both of them.

    ¡ª The stars will guide you. The constellation of Orion will mark the beginning of the path. But remember, not all roads are meant to be traveled alone.

    Priscilla and Leandro exchanged a look of determination. The answers were vague, but they were more than they had had so far. Magnus and Elina were not dead. There was hope.

    The priest approached and announced that the audience was over. As they left the sanctuary, the weight of the Pythia''s words still hung over them.

    ¡ª The stars. ¡ª Priscilla murmured thoughtfully.

    ¡ª And Orion. ¡ª Leandro added. ¡ª This has only just begun.

    They both knew that the road would be long and difficult, but also that they would walk it together. For the first time in their lives, they were not alone in their quest.

    They left the Pythia''s Sanctuary with their minds full of thoughts, bubbling up in no particular order. The cool mountain air seemed insufficient to clarify what they had just discovered.

    ¡ª Good thing I know a lot about astronomy. ¡ª Priscilla joked, breaking the silence with a smile.

    ¡ª I am completely confused¡­ ¡ª Leandro admitted, running a hand through his hair.

    They walked in silence until they reached Priscilla''s carriage. She paused for a moment before speaking, as if searching for the right words.

    ¡ª You see¡­ my grandmother, the Queen, loved my father very much¡­ our father. ¡ª she quickly corrected herself, looking at him sideways. ¡ª Would you like to come to the palace and stay for a few days? I''d like to get to know you better, brother.

    Leandro thought for a moment before smiling.

    ¡ª I like the idea. Even if I''m not the best at the rules of royal society, I''d like to meet the queen and learn more about each other.

    With that decision made, they both boarded the carriage, which soon began its journey. During the ride, the conversation flowed naturally, as if they were catching up on all they had missed during their years apart.

    ¡ª What is your mother''s name? Asked Priscilla.

    ¡ª Amelia. We live in Paris. She designs clothes and is quite well known for it. I''m her assistant, but I''ve always dreamed of being a royal equestrian or even a soccer player.

    ¡ª That sounds very interesting. ¡ª Priscilla said, intrigued.

    ¡ª Is it hard to be a princess? ¡ª Leandro smiled but waited for her answer.

    ¡ª Sometimes it is. ¡ª she admitted. ¡ª Keeping up appearances can be exhausting, and I have a constant weight on my shoulders because I am the next queen.

    ¡ª What do you like to do to relax? ¡ª he asked, genuinely interested.

    ¡ª Reading, mostly, or practicing martial arts. I''m also quite good at ballet, though I do it more to please my grandmother than for my own pleasure.

    ¡ª What was our father like with you? ¡ª Leandro said after a short pause.

    Priscilla looked out of the carriage window, a soft smile lighting her face.

    ¡ª He was the best. He always told me I could do anything I set my mind to, and he taught me to be brave. ¡ª What about you? What was he like with you?

    Leandro also smiled as he remembered.

    ¡ª Even though I only had him for a few years, he taught me a lot. He was a good man and an excellent father. He was the one who introduced me to soccer.

    Both were silent for a moment, letting the memories of their father fill the room. ¡ª How was your life with Amelia?

    Leandro laughed softly.

    ¡ª We lead a fairly simple life. She is a strong and creative woman. She works tirelessly, and although she has always supported my dreams, she reminds me to keep my feet on the ground.

    They both smiled, feeling the initial tension of their meeting slowly dissipate. Though the road to their destiny was uncertain, they knew that having each other was a promising start.

    When the carriage finally stopped in front of the palace, Priscilla stepped out first and extended her hand to Leandro.

    ¡ª Welcome to the palace, brother. ¡ª she said with a warm smile.

    Priscilla entered the palace with the young man and was greeted by the queen, who looked at the boy with surprise and confusion.

    ¡ª Welcome, young man. Who are you? ¡ª she asked, studying him carefully.

    Priscilla and Leandro looked at each other for a few seconds.

    ¡ª He is my half-brother, Grandmother. ¡ª he replied quickly. ¡ª He went to the Pythia to find out what happened to my father, Magnus. We spoke and our stories matched.

    ¡ª And your name is? ¡ª the queen asked, unable to hide her wariness.

    ¡ª Leandro, Your Majesty. ¡ª he replied in a confident, if somewhat nervous, tone.

    The queen watched him carefully, without passing judgment, but clearly taken aback by the situation.

    ¡ª My father had me 27 years ago, but he married his daughter when she was 9. When Priscilla was about 7, they went on a trip and at one of the stops my father was supposed to visit me, but he never arrived. ¡ª Leandro explained, his voice shaking with the emotion of telling his story.

    ¡ª Oh. ¡ª was all the queen could say, the words almost lost in her astonishment.

    ¡ª I brought him here because I want to know more about him. ¡ª Leandro continued, a flash of determination in his voice.

    ¡ª He paused before revealing the news that had brought them there. ¡ª The Oracle has told us that my parents are not dead, but lost.

    The queen put her hand to her chest, clearly affected by Priscilla''s words. She closed her eyes for a few seconds, as if trying to process the news. Then she looked at Leandro with a mixture of skepticism and hope.

    ¡ª The Oracle told you this? ¡ª she asked in a low, almost incredulous tone.

    ¡ª Yes, Your Majesty. ¡ª Leandro replied firmly. ¡ª We both received the same answer: that they are alive, but lost. I don''t know what that means, but Priscilla and I think it might be true.

    The queen was silent for a moment, her eyes shining with a mixture of emotion and melancholy. Finally, she let out a deep sigh and looked at her granddaughter.

    ¡ª Priscilla, you know that I have always tried to protect you from the pain that comes with the truth¡­ ¡ª she began, choosing her words carefully. ¡ª But if what you say is true, then perhaps I made a mistake in accepting the worst without looking for answers.

    ¡ª Are you saying that you also had doubts about her fate, Grandmother? ¡ª Priscilla asked in surprise.

    ¡ª Of course I did. ¡ª the queen admitted, her voice cracking slightly. ¡ª But at the time, it was easier to accept their disappearance as final than to face the possibility that they were in danger¡­and there was nothing we could do about it.

    Leandro, who had been listening in silence, took a step forward.

    ¡ª With all due respect, Your Majesty, I believe that Priscilla and I are now in a position to seek those answers. Perhaps together we can find out what happened to them.

    The queen looked at him more closely this time, her eyes searching for something in the young man that would give her confidence. Finally, she smiled slightly, though still full of sadness.

    ¡ª You have your father''s eyes. ¡ª she said, surprising them both. ¡ª Now that I look at you closely, I can see him in you.

    Leandro bowed his head in respect, not knowing what to say. Priscilla took the opportunity to walk over to her grandmother and take her hands.

    ¡ª Grandma, I know this is hard for you, but I can''t ignore what the Oracle told us. Mom and Dad deserve that we try to find them, and Leandro and I are willing to do that.

    The queen sighed deeply, as if she carried the weight of years of uncertainty on her shoulders.

    ¡ª Very well. If you truly believe you can find something, you have my support. But I must warn you that this path may be more difficult than you imagine. Sometimes the answers we seek are not the ones we want to find.

    Priscilla and Leandro looked at each other with determination.

    ¡ª No matter how hard it is, Grandmother. ¡ª Priscilla said firmly. ¡ª If there is a chance, no matter how small, to bring them back, I want to try.

    ¡ª And I will be by your side. ¡ª Leandro added.

    The queen nodded slowly, her eyes filled with emotion. Finally, she turned to one of her servants.

    ¡ª Prepare a place for Leandro in the guest wing. And bring me the documents I kept on the disappearance of Magnus and Elina. There may be something there that I have overlooked.

    As the servant left, the queen looked back at the young people.

    ¡ª Welcome to your mission, my children. May the gods guide you on this path.

 Fourteenth.

    The sun rose gently over the palace towers, filling the royal gardens with golden light. Priscilla and Leander walked slowly along the paths of roses and lilies, with timid curiosity in their eyes. The princess kept her hands crossed in front of her, while Leander, somewhat awkwardly, tried not to fall too far behind.

    ¡ªHave you always lived here? ¡ª he asked, breaking the silence.

    ¡ªYes, this palace has been my home since I was born. ¡ª replied Priscilla, casting a brief glance at the imposing marble columns. ¡ª Although... in recent years it has felt more like a prison.

    Leandro nodded, sensing the melancholy in her voice.

    ¡ª It''s funny. ¡ª he said after a moment. ¡ªI grew up in a small village in the north. I never imagined I could have a connection to this place.

    ¡ªWhat do you remember about our father? ¡ª Priscilla asked, stopping next to a fountain whose crystal clear waters reflected the sky.

    ¡ªNot much, really. ¡ª he admitted, sitting on the edge of the fountain. ¡ª My mother never talked about my father. She only said he was a man of honor, someone who lived to see the world. But I always felt there was something she wasn''t telling me.

    Priscila sat down next to him, playing with a rose petal that had fallen into the water.

    ¡ªI didn''t know you existed either. My father... ¡ª her voice broke slightly at the mention of her father ¡ª Was always a mystery, even to me. He seemed to bear the weight of something he never wanted to share.

    For a moment, they were both silent, immersed in thoughts about a man who united and separated them at the same time.

    Then Leandro got up with a slight smile.

    ¡ªAnd what about you? ¡ª he asked, trying to lighten the mood. ¡ª What does a princess do when she''s not attending to royal business?

    Priscila laughed softly. ¡ª Do you want the truth? I escape.

    ¡ªYou escape?

    ¡ªYes. Sometimes I go to the market, I mingle with the people. It''s the only way I feel... normal.

    ¡ªAnd nobody recognizes you?

    She shrugged. ¡ª I put on a cape, I lower my gaze. Most of the time it works. Although the last time I ended up helping an old lady sell her vegetables, and... well, let''s just say my grandmother wasn''t very happy.

    Leandro laughed, imagining her in that situation.

    ¡ªMaybe one day you''ll take me with you. I''d like to see what that other side of your world is like.

    ¡ªIs that an invitation or a challenge? ¡ª she replied, with an arched eyebrow.

    ¡ªBoth, perhaps.

    The initial tension between them began to dissipate. As the day progressed, they walked through the vineyards, visited the palace library, where Priscilla showed him old maps and books, and finally ended up in the music room.

    Priscila picked up a lyre and played a gentle melody.

    ¡ªDo you play anything? ¡ª she asked, tilting her head towards him.

    Leandro shook his head.

    ¡ªNo, but... I can try.

    She laughed and handed him the lyre. Although his first attempts were clumsy, the sound of their laughter filled the room, dispelling any shadow of discomfort between them.

    ¡ªWould you like to go to the park for a walk and get some air?

    Leandro nodded, putting the lyre aside.

    The royal park was a quiet corner, where ancient trees formed a canopy of green leaves that protected passers-by from the sun. Priscilla and Leandro walked together, enjoying the gentle breeze that carried the scent of wildflowers.

    Leandro pointed to a group of birds chirping at the top of an elm tree.

    ¡ªIn my village, we used to believe that birds carry messages between the gods and men. Every time I saw one, I wondered if it had something to tell me.

    ¡ªAnd now? ¡ª Priscila asked curiously.

    ¡ªNow I think that if that were true, they would surely have had a lot of work with me.

    Priscila laughed sincerely, but before replying, she noticed a familiar figure in the distance. M¨¢ximo was standing by a fountain, apparently lost in thought, although his eyes did not stop following the princess and her companion.

    Since Priscilla had arrived at the park, Maximo had felt a prickle of discomfort in his chest. He had grown up with the certainty that Priscilla was unique, someone only he truly understood. But now there was this strange young man at her side, sharing laughter and gestures of trust.

    Who could he be? he thought, crossing his arms as he watched them. There was something in the way that man moved, a confidence that was annoying. And Priscilla? She seemed relaxed, even happy. A part of him felt uncomfortable with that closeness.

    Priscila saw him and, with a smile, waved at him.

    ¡ªCome. I want you to meet someone.

    He approached, Maximo was still frowning slightly, trying hard to hide his thoughts.

    ¡ªMaximo, this is Leandro. He''s... my half-brother.

    For a moment, Maximo stood motionless. His mind quickly went over the words ¡°brother¡± and ¡°half¡±, and he felt a mixture of relief and embarrassment. Had he been jealous?

    ¡ªBrother? ¡ª he asked, his tone carefully neutral as he looked at Leandro.

    ¡ªYes. ¡ª Leandro replied, holding out his hand. ¡ª It''s a pleasure to meet you.

    M¨¢ximo accepted the handshake, feeling foolish for his earlier thoughts.

    ¡ªI''m sorry, I didn''t know. ¡ª he said, trying hard to sound friendly. ¡ª Welcome, then.

    ¡ªI''m sorry if it sounds forward, but... are you two a couple?

    The question hit the three of them like a bolt of lightning. Priscila opened her eyes in disbelief, while a slight laugh escaped M¨¢ximo. Almost immediately, however, he tried hard to hide it, feeling a slight warmth rise in his cheeks.

    Priscila felt that the comment had given her an unexpected slap in the face. Not because it was true, but because, for a second, she imagined how it might look from the outside: she and M¨¢ximo had shared so many moments that were so....close that, perhaps, that closeness could be misinterpreted. But that wasn''t it, was it? She shook her head to put those thoughts aside.

    Maximo, for his part, felt an uncomfortable tingling in his chest. Why had the idea made him laugh first, and then feel strange? He wasn''t sure if it was because the stranger had perceived something non-existent, or because the question had raised a scenario he had never dared to consider. He cleared his throat, trying to regain his composure.

    ¡ªNo, we''re not. ¡ª he replied in a dry tone, although a slight hesitation was still perceptible in his voice.

    Leandro shrugged, not noticing the subtle change in their expressions.

    ¡ªOh, I''m sorry, I guessed from the way you were looking at each other before. ¡ª he said with disarming sincerity, as if he had made a simple observation about the weather.

    Priscila rolled her eyes, trying to change the subject. However, her mind was still caught up in Leandro''s words. How exactly had she seen them? Was there something in the way M¨¢ximo looked at her that she hadn''t noticed?

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    ¡ªM¨¢ximo is a good friend. ¡ª she clarified in a tone that sought to close the subject. ¡ª It has nothing to do with that.

    M¨¢ximo folded his arms, still feeling the slight blush on her face. He decided it was best to regain control of the conversation.

    ¡ªWell, it''s a pleasure to meet you, Leandro. ¡ª he said, trying hard to sound more relaxed. Then, he added with a slight smile. ¡ª Priscila and I spend a lot of time together reading, so I hope I''ll share that honor with you now.

    Leandro looked at him, with a calm but serious expression, before returning his smile.

    ¡ªI hope so, I''m not the best reader but I like to learn new things. ¡ª he replied in a light tone, although his eyes seemed to be evaluating M¨¢ximo with some interest.

    As the three of them began to walk together, the atmosphere, which had initially become tense, began to relax. But, although it was not said out loud, both Priscila and M¨¢ximo found themselves dealing with persistent thoughts.

    Max looked sideways at Leandro, analyzing his every word and gesture. There was something about the way he spoke, the way Priscila treated him, that made him uneasy. ¡°He''s her brother.¡± he reminded himself. And yet he couldn''t help feeling out of place, as if Leandro were entering a space that until now had been his and his alone.

    Priscila, for her part, was watching both men. M¨¢ximo, always so protective, and now Leandro, who seemed determined to become part of her life. She had never considered how she would handle the simultaneous presence of two people who meant so much to her. Although the idea of forming a bond with her brother was exciting, she also noticed M¨¢ximo''s subtle discomfort.

    ¡ªHave you always been so direct? ¡ª asked M¨¢ximo suddenly, breaking the silence as they made their way towards a clearing.

    Leandro laughed out loud.

    ¡ªI guess so. In the village, there''s nothing to be gained by beating about the bush.

    ¡ªHere, things are usually a little more... subtle. ¡ª replied

    M¨¢ximo, with a smile that didn''t quite reach his eyes.

    Priscila sighed and, with a slight laugh, interrupted them. ¡ª Don''t worry, you two. I''m sure you''ll get along in time.

    Both men were silent for a moment, as if they were considering her words.

    As the day went on, M¨¢ximo made an effort to put aside any uncomfortable feelings. Little by little, he began to notice Leandro''s authenticity. Although he still felt jealous of Priscila''s new connection, he couldn''t deny that there was something genuine about the young man that was beginning to disarm his reservations.

    For her part, Priscila watched them both with a mixture of relief and a hint of amusement. Although it had been an unexpected start, she could see how, with time and patience, the two most important men in her life could form a bond that would strengthen them as a family.

    As they walked through the park, the atmosphere began to relax little by little. Priscilla led the way, but soon fell a few steps behind, watching the two men who were now talking to each other.

    ¡ªSo, Leandro. ¡ª Maximo began, trying to keep the conversation flowing. ¡ª What did you used to do in your village?

    ¡ªMany things, although there was always work to be done with the horses. ¡ª replied Leandro, with a smile that revealed his affection for the subject. ¡ª My mother and I had some at home. They were part of our daily life, not only as transportation, but as companions.

    Maximo nodded, interested.

    ¡ªHorses are magnificent animals. Here at the court there is a royal stable, although I think Priscilla spends more time there than I do.

    Leandro laughed, looking at her sideways.

    ¡ªI don''t doubt it. Although, to be honest, what I''m really passionate about is football.

    ¡ªFootball? ¡ª asked M¨¢ximo, with a mixture of curiosity and surprise.

    ¡ª Yes, I used to play in the fields. It wasn''t the most organized sport, but we had a lot of fun. What about you? Do you play any sports?

    Maximo smiled, finding common ground.

    ¡ªI like to swim. I''ve always found water to be a perfect escape, a way to clear my mind. I also run from time to time, especially in the mornings.

    Leandro nodded, impressed.

    ¡ªIt''s interesting. Swimming requires a lot of discipline, more than you''d think. And running... well, I used to run along the roads when I had to take or pick up fabrics from my mother.

    Priscila, who had been listening to the conversation, couldn''t help but intervene.

    ¡ªM¨¢ximo also writes. ¡ª she said, with a spark of pride in her voice.

    Leandro raised an eyebrow, intrigued.

    ¡ªWriting? What kind of things do you write?

    M¨¢ximo, somewhat modestly, shrugged his shoulders.

    ¡ªA bit of everything. Letters, poems... sometimes just thoughts that I want to organize. Writing helps me understand the world.

    ¡ªThat sounds interesting. ¡ª said Leandro, genuinely. ¡ª I''ve never been good at writing, but I admire those who have that ability.

    ¡ªAnd you? ¡ª asked M¨¢ximo, feeling that he was beginning to enjoy the conversation. ¡ª Are you interested in anything else besides horses and football?

    Leandro put his hand to his chin, thoughtful.

    ¡ªI like to hear stories. In the village, when someone came back from a long trip, we would gather around the fire to listen to what they had to say. Maybe that''s why I like talking to people so much, you never know what stories you can discover.

    M¨¢ximo nodded, recognizing a certain parallel with his own interest in words and narratives.

    ¡ªI think understanding stories and writing them are not so far apart. Maybe you have more talent for writing than you think.

    Leandro smiled, grateful for the comment.

    Priscila, a few steps behind them, looked at them with a mixture of pride and joy. She had feared that her brother and her best friend would clash, that their personalities would not find common ground, but there they were, talking as if they had known each other all their lives.

    ¡ªThey seem to get on well, don''t you think? ¡ª she finally said, moving a little closer to walk beside him.

    Leandro looked at her and then at M¨¢ximo.

    ¡ªI guess it''s not hard when someone has good friends like you, Priscila.

    M¨¢ximo, somewhat more reserved, nodded.

    ¡ªI wouldn''t say it''s easy, but sometimes all it takes is a good conversation.

    Priscila smiled, feeling that, at least for that day, the pieces of her world were beginning to fit together a little better.

    The sun was beginning to hide behind the hills, painting the sky in shades of orange and purple. Priscilla looked into the distance, where the carriage that had come for them was waiting near the entrance to the park.

    ¡ªIt''s time to go. ¡ª she said with some regret, turning to M¨¢ximo and Leandro.

    Leandro nodded with a smile.

    ¡ªIt''s been a pleasure meeting you, M¨¢ximo. I hope we can talk more in the future and maybe go for a run.

    M¨¢ximo shook Leandro''s hand firmly, his expression serene.

    ¡ªSame here. Take care of her, will you?

    Leandro let out a light laugh.

    ¡ªI think she could take care of both of us if she wanted to, but I''ll do it.

    Priscila rolled her eyes, amused.

    ¡ªYou two are already talking like you''re old friends, let''s go.

    M¨¢ximo shrugged his shoulders with a gentle smile.

    ¡ªWell, see you later, Cil. I hope to see you soon.

    ¡ªOf course you Will. ¡ª she replied, smiling back.

    Leandro and Priscila got into the carriage, while M¨¢ximo watched them leave, his hands in his pockets and a slight melancholy in his gaze.

    Inside the carriage, the sound of the horses'' hooves marked a steady rhythm as they moved forward. Leandro, sitting opposite Priscila, seemed to be pondering something. Finally, he broke the silence.

    ¡ªPriscila... do you like M¨¢ximo?

    The question took her by surprise. She opened her eyes, surprised, and hastened to shake her head. ¡ª No! Of course not. He''s a good friend, that''s all.

    Leandro raised an eyebrow, clearly skeptical.

    ¡ªMmh, I''m not so sure. The way you look at him and how you talk about him... The way you both look at each other.

    ¡ªHe''s different. ¡ª she interrupted, sighing as she rested her chin on her hand. ¡ª Maximo is... I don''t know, someone special. Not that I like him in that sense, but...

    Leandro waited patiently for her to continue.

    ¡ªI suppose I''m attracted to him, in a way. ¡ª she finally admitted, her voice lower. ¡ª He''s the only company I really enjoy. He''s always there, he understands how I feel without me having to say anything and he listens to me, he doesn''t seem bothered by the way I am or the way I get on.

    Leandro nodded, but said nothing more, allowing her to reflect on her own words.

    After a moment of silence, Priscilla changed the subject, as if she wanted to shake off the intensity of the moment.

    ¡ªAlthough, speaking of friends, I miss Brionne.

    ¡ªBrionne?

    ¡ªYes, my best friend. ¡ª A slight smile appeared on his face when he mentioned her. ¡ª But I haven''t seen her much lately. Her family went on a trip weeks ago, and they don''t seem to be in a hurry to come back.

    ¡ªTraveling where?

    ¡ªTo the coast, I think. The climate is milder there. She wrote to me a few days ago, but it''s not the same as talking to her in person.

    Leandro watched her, noticing how her gaze was lost in the carriage window.

    ¡ªYou seem to be surrounded by important people. ¡ª he said with a warm smile. ¡ª It''s good to have friends like them.

    Priscila looked at him, and for the first time, her expression softened completely.

    ¡ªYes, it is. But now I also have my brother.

    Leandro smiled, grateful for her words, as the carriage continued on its way to the palace.

    The carriage arrived at the palace just as the first stars were beginning to appear in the sky. Priscilla got out first, followed by Leandro, who looked at the imposing building with a mixture of awe and respect. Before they could go in, a familiar figure hurried out of the front door.

    ¡ªPriscila!

    ¡ªBrionne! ¡ª exclaimed Priscilla, beaming at the sight of her friend.

    Brionne ran towards her and hugged her tightly.

    ¡ªWe just got back this afternoon. I couldn''t wait to see you.

    ¡ªI missed you too. ¡ª Priscilla replied with a smile. Then she turned to Leandro, who was watching the scene with curiosity. ¡ª Brionne, this is my half-brother, Leandro.

    Brionne''s eyes opened in surprise, but she quickly held out her hand with a warm smile.

    ¡ªNice to meet you, Leandro.

    Leandro took her hand and shook it gently.

    ¡ªIt''s a pleasure to meet you.

    Brionne smiled lightly.

    ¡ªI can assure you that Priscilla is a great sister, but a bit of a pain.

    Priscila rolled her eyes with amusement.

    ¡ªDon''t make me look so good, Brionne.

    ¡ªYou know I''m joking. ¡ª She let out a soft laugh. ¡ª Oh, and before I forget, I came to invite you to a sleepover tomorrow night. I already spoke to the queen, and she gave me permission to take you with me. ¡ª Brionne announced enthusiastically.

    ¡ªThat sounds amazing. There''s so much I need to tell you.

    Before they could say anything else, the queen appeared at the palace entrance, her majestic bearing as ever.

    ¡ªI see you''re back, Brionne. I hope your trip was pleasant.

    ¡ªYes, your majesty. Thank you for allowing me to visit Priscilla.

    The queen nodded before fixing her gaze on Leandro.

    ¡ªLeandro, I''d like to talk to you some more about Magnus. Also, I''d like to show you some parts of the palace. If it''s all right with you, Priscilla can stay with Brionne while we talk.

    Priscila looked at her brother, noticing a flash of nervousness on his face.

    ¡ªI''ll be fine. ¡ª Leandro assured her, smiling at her.

    ¡ªAll right. ¡ª she said, although she couldn''t help feeling a little twinge of worry.

    The queen extended her arm towards Leandro, inviting him to follow her.

    ¡ªCome, Leo. There is much I wish to know from you.

    Leandro nodded, giving Priscilla a last look before following the queen into the palace.

    Brionne, who had remained silent during the exchange, took Priscilla by the arm.

    ¡ªWell, it looks like you''ll have a free night tomorrow. Ready to catch up?

    ¡ªMore than ready. ¡ª Priscilla replied, although she couldn''t help but look towards the door where her grandmother and brother had disappeared, wondering what kind of conversation awaited them.

 Fifteenth.

    The night passed quietly in Brionne''s room, where the atmosphere was full of laughter and confidences, as if no time had passed since their last meeting. Both were wearing identical pyjamas, adorned with small floral embroideries, a gesture that demonstrated the connection and complicity between them. The bedside table was covered with sandwiches: fruit, sweets, and a jug of fresh juice.

    Brionne settled back in bed, looking at Priscila with an expression that was a mixture of emotion and nervousness.

    ¡ªI have some very good news for you. ¡ª she announced, her voice full of expectation.

    Priscila raised an eyebrow, putting her glass of juice to one side.

    ¡ªOh, it sounds suspenseful.

    Brionne took a deep breath, as if she needed to gather up the courage to let it out.

    ¡ªI''m engaged.

    Priscila''s reaction was immediate. She jumped up on the bed, completely forgetting about her drink, and enthusiastically took her friend''s hands.

    ¡ªBrionne, congratulations! To whom?

    Brionne smiled broadly, blush staining her cheeks.

    ¡ªWith Lord Erik. Do you remember I mentioned to you that we had a very good connection? Well, we spent a few days on the coast with his family, and... ¡ª She paused, as if she still couldn''t believe it. ¡ªHe proposed to me. It was by the lake, he gave me the ring inside my favorite flower, a magnolia.

    Priscila let out a dreamy sigh.

    ¡ªThat''s incredibly romantic. I''m so happy for you, Brionne. And even more so because I know you''re getting married for love and not out of obligation.

    The two embraced tightly, a gesture full of affection and unconditional support. Priscilla wished, from the bottom of her heart, that her friend''s happiness would last. When they parted, Brionne looked at her with a spark of mischief in her eyes.

    ¡ªWell, speaking of love... how about you and M¨¢ximo?

    Priscila tensed slightly, but Brionne continued before she could reply.

    ¡ªYou know how my mother talks to Mrs. Akvis, right? Well, she has mentioned to me several times that Selene has been in a bad mood lately because she sees you with him so much.

    Priscila sighed, dropping her shoulders.

    ¡ªWe''ve talked a lot... We connect, you know? But nothing more than that has happened.

    Brionne narrowed her eyes with a mocking smile.

    ¡ªYou like himmmm.

    Priscila put a hand to her forehead, trying to hide the blush that was starting to rise up her cheeks.

    ¡ªI can''t deny that I''m attracted to him, but I don''t know if I really like him. I don''t know if I can define it like that.

    Brionne let out a light laugh.

    ¡ªWell, what''s for sure is that you''ve taken some good green wool from Selene. That woman is always so proud and territorial. Tell me, is she still as infuriating as she was when I left?

    Priscila rolled her eyes, laughing in turn.

    ¡ªWorse.

    Both of them burst out laughing, letting the warmth of their friendship fill the room. In that moment, there were no titles, responsibilities, or conflicts, just two young women enjoying each other''s company and shared secrets.

    Their laughter slowly faded, leaving a comfortable silence as they shared a couple of sandwiches. However, Priscilla began to lose herself in her thoughts, her gaze fixed on an indeterminate point in the room.

    ¡°I can''t like him, can I? I''m just attracted to him... It''s not the same thing, is it? I''m only attracted to his personality, the way he''s so thoughtful. He''s kind, he always listens to what I say, and he makes me feel valued. His physique... well, he''s handsome, I can''t deny that. He likes books, like me. He''s so different from other men... (her mind raced, listing more and more details). But that doesn''t mean I like him, does it?

    ¡ªPri... ¡ª Brionne murmured, leaning towards her. ¡ª Pri... iPriscila!

    The scream abruptly brought her out of her reverie, blinking rapidly as she returned to reality.

    ¡ªA-Ah... Wh-What happened? ¡ª she stammered, trying to hide her nervousness.

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    Brionne looked at her with a mixture of curiosity and amusement.

    ¡ªYou were quiet for a long time, is something wrong?

    Priscila waved a hand in the air, as if to dispel any concerns.

    ¡ªOh, no, it''s nothing.

    Brionne narrowed her eyes, not completely convinced.

    ¡ªHm... Are you sure?

    Priscila nodded quickly, although she avoided eye contact.

    ¡ªYes, sure. I just... got distracted.

    Brionne watched her friend for a few more seconds, then smiled mischievously.

    ¡ªAll right, I''ll let it go. But if you get distracted like that again while we''re talking about M¨¢ximo... well, things will be pretty clear.

    Priscila sighed and took a sip of juice, doing her best to ignore the blush rising to her cheeks. Brionne, satisfied with her comment, changed the subject, although the amused smile on her face made it clear that she would not forget that conversation easily.

    Brionne decided not to press the issue any further, although her teasing gaze said that she would not let the conversation pass completely. She changed position, crossing her legs on the bed as she picked up a sweet from the tray.

    ¡ªWell, leaving Maximo aside... how have you been? How are things at the palace? ¡ª she asked in a more relaxed tone.

    Priscila was grateful for the change of subject and settled back in bed, also having a sandwich.

    ¡ªIt''s been a bit chaotic, to be honest. My grandmother has been very focused on Leandro since he arrived. She wants to know everything about my father, which I understand, but I don''t want her to overwhelm him. We''re just starting to get to know each other, and I don''t want her to feel like she has to answer all her questions to fit in.

    Brionne nodded, understanding.

    ¡ªWell, at least you have something new in your life. I mean, finding out you have a brother isn''t something that happens every day. How do you get along with him?

    Priscila smiled slightly.

    ¡ªWell, actually. He''s... different, but in a nice way. He''s calm, honest, and I like that he doesn''t try to force a connection. He told me he loves horses, and he even promised to teach me to play soccer one day.

    Brionne laughed softly.

    ¡ªSoccer? You? I want to see that.

    ¡ªDon''t make fun. ¡ª said Priscilla, laughing too. ¡ª But yes, I''m glad he''s arrived. Although I still feel there''s so much I don''t know about him...

    Brionne looked at her with a warm gaze.

    ¡ªI''m sure you''ll find out in time. It all sounds like a good change for you, Pri. Sometimes I feel like you''re carrying the weight of the whole palace on your shoulders.

    Priscila sighed, letting her head fall against the back of the bed.

    ¡ªSometimes I feel that way too. But at least I have people like you who remind me how to enjoy the little things.

    Brionne gave her a gentle tap on the arm.

    ¡ªI''ll always be here to remind you. Now, do you want to play something or shall we keep talking?

    Priscila smiled, feeling lighter than before.

    ¡ªLet''s keep talking. I like this.

    They continued chatting, sharing anecdotes, laughter and secrets until the night wore on. By now, Priscilla was neither a princess with responsibilities nor a young woman trying to figure out her feelings, but simply a friend enjoying a quiet and happy evening.

    The next day, Priscilla got up early, feeling a mixture of emotions that always accompanied her whenever she planned to escape her fencing training. That particular day, she was lucky that the queen would not return until the evening, which gave her enough time to devote herself to what she loved so much. She finished her breakfast quickly, making sure that everything looked normal before discreetly excusing herself and gathering her things.

    The journey to the neighborhood where the small practice hall was located always gave her a feeling of freedom. The quiet streets, far from the hustle and bustle of the palace, allowed her to forget her title and the constant expectations for a while. Upon arrival, her mentor, an older man with gray hair and a firm voice, greeted her with a mixture of enthusiasm and reproach.

    ¡ªLaurent! I thought you had given up the foil.

    Although he was smiling, his tone reflected a slight disappointment.

    Priscila took off the hat she was wearing to cover herself and smiled back at him with a touch of guilt.

    ¡ªI''m sorry, sir. I couldn''t come to the last class... family matters. ¡ª It was a half-truth; Leandro''s arrival and the chaos it brought had taken up all her time.

    Her mentor nodded, although his eyes showed that he was not completely convinced.

    ¡ªI understand, but you can''t miss any more. There''s a competition tomorrow, and I want you to take part.

    Priscila looked at him in surprise.

    ¡ªTomorrow? ¡ª she repeated, feeling the nervousness creep into her voice.

    ¡ªYes, tomorrow. It''s an opportunity for you to show your progress and compete with swordsmen of your level.

    ¡ªI don''t know if I can... ¡ª Priscilla muttered, looking away.

    The idea of appearing in a public event was exciting, but also terrifying. What if someone recognized her? What if her grandmother found out?

    Her mentor raised an eyebrow, noticing her concern.

    ¡ªDon''t let the nerves get to you, Laurent. You have talent, and it would be a shame if you didn''t show it. Now, go train.

    The man left without giving her a chance to reply. Priscilla sighed deeply, clutching her foil in her hands.

    ¡ªWhat am I going to do tomorrow?

    She walked to the practice area with heavy steps. Every movement she made during training seemed to reflect her inner conflict. Every lunge, every block was fraught with doubt. ¡°What if someone from the palace attends? What if they find out who I am? But... what if I never get another chance like this?¡±

    Time passed more quickly than she expected. At the end of the training session, her mentor called her to remind her of the time and place of the competition.

    ¡ªI trust you, Laurent. We''ll see each other tomorrow.

    Priscila nodded weakly before saying goodbye. On the way back to the palace, the conflict in her mind only intensified. Her life was divided between two worlds: that of the princess that everyone knew and that of the passionate swordswoman that nobody saw.

    On arrival, she took off her gloves and carefully hid her mask and foil in the secret compartment of her wardrobe. She stared at her reflection in the mirror, her cheeks still flushed from the physical exertion.

    ¡ªWhat am I going to do? Do I choose to follow my passions and risk everything going wrong, or do I keep the security of my life in the palace? It shouldn''t be that difficult, should it? But it is.

    She put her hand to her face, trying to clear her mind, but the doubts were still there, weighing on her like a sword on the verge of falling.

    ¡ªMaybe... maybe I can do both... ¡ª she murmured to herself, although she wasn''t sure she believed it.

    As she changed to return to her duties as a princess, she couldn''t help wondering how much longer she could maintain this balance between two lives. But now, what tormented her most was the question she kept asking herself: ¡±What am I going to do tomorrow?¡±