Of course, that was only what the common people knew.
As for the true inside story, probably only a handful knew it.
And if Nalant had learned of this news, he would definitely have leaped straight into the air, because why did this play seem so much like what he had encountered at the Onyx Principality's royal palace a few days ago?
"Your Highness, His Majesty's succession ceremony is about to begin. Please proceed to the main hall to attend!" In a luxurious estate within the Northern Principality's royal palace.
Princess Isabella's beautiful eyes stared blankly out at the lovely garden beyond the window.
The flowers in the garden still bloomed in dazzling colors, yet this garden, once Her Highness's favorite, could no longer stir even the slightest ripple in her heart.
The princess seemed like an empty shell that had lost its soul, her gaze vacant as several maids carefully dressed and adorned her.
"Your Highness?" Seeing that Isabella did not respond, the captain of the Royal Knight squad standing at the door raised his voice and called out again.
Only then did focus return to the pupils of the princess's beautiful eyes. After a pause, a trace of mockery appeared on her face. "His Majesty? Kingston dares call himself His Majesty before he has even inherited the throne?"
"Your Highness, please watch your words. Do not make things difficult for your subordinate!" The Royal Knight captain immediately frowned, his tone turning cold.
There was none of the respect and affection the Royal Knights had once shown Isabella in his attitude.
"Your Highness, I have been ordered by His Majesty to invite you to the succession celebration. Please hurry. If you miss the ceremony, it will be difficult for me to explain myself!" the Royal Knight said again.
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