Fake Princess
CHAPTER 117
“ You're right,” he said flat. “ I think you're crazy. Or more than that, I thought you were fooling me, the granddaughter of the mad woods. Very strange, very poor, living in his secluded cottage. Funny, isn't it, if it makes her think she's the princess?
“ I'm not stupid!” snapped Bella as she approached me so quickly that I quickly stood up and retreated from my seat. “ And you can tell Porter! Out!”
“ I said the real thing,” urged me. I forced myself not to back down again, but I wanted to frown or avoid his anger. Even with such a small body, that straight, Bella exuded a kind of furious power from feeling offended. “ Please, you must hear my words! I don't know Porter Andover—I don't know anybody in March holings. What I said is true.”
Bella shook her head, her thin face looking stiff. “ I can't believe.”
“ Then how am I supposed to know about your birthmark, unless you've been showing it off to everyone? I'll bet almost no one knows. And that spell you felt earlier, I can explain it. When they traded us—the three of us—they had to put a little bit of your essence, your soul, into my body and Riana so that the spell that made us look like you could survive. That's what feels like pulling us in, because there's a little part of you inside my body.”
Bella stopped approaching me, but her face still showed a growling expression. I glanced around blindly looking for something that could persuade her to listen to my story. “ I'll bet your parents are dead, or you think so. And I'll bet they're not from here, and someone brought you here as a baby. You said you lived with your grandmother.”
A shadow of the dying king in the palace crossed my mind, and I embraced my own body. “ I'm sad.”
Bella raises her shoulders, a small gesture. “ He has been sick for a long time. Coughing attacked his chest. Not going away. We tried all the remedies he knew, but it was just a forest tradition, not a real cure. No money to buy it. You see, Amelia,” Bella said as she flung her body over her chair again and swung her hands around the room, “ that makes me doubt you. Lookenround. I'm not a princess. I barely have enough money to eat—almost part of my life I'm starving. Half the people in this village won't even talk to me, because we're so weird and poor. I was thinking about leaving, but I couldn't even raise enough money to move. So how could I be the princess?”
“ There are people who do all this,”I insist. “ He must have sent you here, a place he can monitor. But he didn't want you to have any power, not even a little bit, so he—tah—begged the villagers not to help you and your grandmother, or to use a spell to keep them from liking you. Something that can hold you here, but it's so bad that you can't leave this place.”
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