Wasn't there someone among the envoys who came from the neighboring country using that same name?
A woman with striking beauty, her face unforgettable... Yes, Arabella remembered. That woman had once been nothing but a poor peasant who lived beside Xavier, hadn't she? Her eyes weren't green, so she couldn't be a witch.
But what if that had been magic? A trick to veil her true nature?
It made sense... far too much sense!
"As expected," Cassius murmured, leaning back in his chair. When Arabella's gaze darted to him, she found him already watching her. He smiled faintly, knowingly. "I heard whispers she was no true princess. They say the real Wendy died long ago, and the kingdom sent another in her place, anything to avoid Versailles's wrath for refusing to meet the Crown Prince."
