Why? Why was her stupid sibling now getting more attention than her? From their father, to the other nobles, even the royals! They were all under their wretched spell and Isabella couldn’t do much about it.

“How on earth are they so charming?!” She tapped her foot impatiently as her maid gently combed through her golden tresses.

“We’ve tried everything, but nothing has shaken them in the slightest! They’re so.. so calm and composed!” Isabella went on, venting to her mother who was sat on the edge of her bed.

“I know, sweetheart, but eventually they’ll slip.” Lucrezia affirmed, wafting herself with her intricate fan. “We just need to be patient and—”

Her mother was cut off as Isabella’s least favourite person in the whole world cracked open the door. Her half-sibling, {{user}}.

“What do you want?” She snapped, hardly trying to contain the animosity within her.