Chapter 1: I want to get out of here

Isabella

How much damage can the people who are supposed to protect you do to you?

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I should be one of the happiest women my age, but despite being a princess and having everything I want, I feel lonely.

 I have grown up in the shadows, my father King Roberts a fierce man and my mother Queen Margareth have made my life hell.

My father had rejected the queen by giving birth to a girl, they said it was a bad omen.

My despicable mother left me in the hands of the servants, practically no one knew of my existence and for me, that's fine.

Every time they saw me, they started insulting me because of my appearance. At first their words and rejection was very painful, but over time I started to ignore them, all I wanted every day of my life was to get out of here.

 Fortunately my detestable mother got pregnant, with that my martyrdom will end, that was what I thought but I was wrong.

Clara, my servant, came to tell me that my parents wanted to see me for dinner, I refused, I sent them to say that I wasn't hungry. Also, I had already ordered some delicacies, I don't want to suffer from hunger with them.

The door was opened violently, that made me jump in fright, the guards pounced on me.

"What are they supposed to do?" I asked when I saw how they took me by the arm with force. I warned them to let me go, but they ignored me. I hit one of them, but it was impossible to get out of his grip.

They dragged me down the hall, not caring that I was a human being, I have no doubt that this was an order from my father.

In the corridor I saw the boy I like, he opened his eyes wide when he saw how the king's daughter is mistreated.

No one jumped in my defense, I felt really humiliated, I tried to contain the lump in my throat, I don't want to show myself weak to anyone, but this is beyond me.

They left me in the living room in front of my parents, I stood up, then dried my tears.

"Oh my God!" Said my mother looking at me carefully.

"You're a pig!"

On the other hand, my father covered his face with one hand, but that doesn't bother me anymore, I'm not going to fall for those humiliations again.

I took a seat, then I joined the dinner, I can't deny that I feel very uncomfortable, but I barely tried a bite...

"It's enough"

My mother insists on bothering me and asks the maid to remove my plate.

“You're not even going to touch my plate!!” I yelled at the maid, she couldn't take that.

"Isabella, behave yourself!"

“I know they are ashamed of me, it is not my fault that I was born. It is not necessary to humiliate me all the time.” “I love food, it is the only thing that makes me happy”

“Stop, it’s an order!” My father yelled, but I kept eating the buns, while my tears fell incessantly.

He tried to stop me, I could imagine his palm crashing into my face, but I didn’t let him.

“Let me die happy!” I yelled.

  That puzzled him, and he decided to return to his seat again.

“Finish dinner in peace, then I have some news that will make you very happy.”

     ………

The king looked horrified at Isabella, he thought that her mere existence was proof that God had punished him for all his crimes. That young woman was a monster to him.

There was silence throughout the dining room, both of them looking at her as she finished each bite.

Isabella wiped away her tears, then she ran her plate away and, without looking at her father, told her that she was ready.

"Well" said the father trying to contain himself.

"Isabella, you are old enough and you must go your own way."

ISABELLA

She couldn't believe what she was hearing, something told me that there were other plans behind those words. I asked what was the condition for such a tempting offer.

They both remained silent, I insisted again with the same question.

"We have made the decision to marry you to a prince."

"What?"...I spat out all the juice she was drinking, shocked at what she had heard...

"Hahaha. Is this a real joke? I'm not ready for that kind of commitment... so I'm really sorry, your majesty... No thank you!"

"Tell the prince that I slipped down the stairs and died."

"Isabela! Don't be insolent... you will marry Prince Christopher and we will form an alliance with his kingdom, whether you like it or not.

My father's menacing gaze fell on me. But I didn't care, I'm tired.

“This is an opportunity to show us that you are worthy of our daughter… I trust you will do a good job!” Said my father trying to close the matter.

I kept thinking for a few minutes, if this was a new opportunity for me, it couldn't be as traumatic as living under his roof.

"Okay!... I'll behave and do what you ask, but on one condition."

“How insolent! You are not in a position to set terms, I am your king and it is an order."

"I ask you as your daughter"

My father raised an eyebrow and then forced me to continue.

"I want to take all my servants, plus I want to have access to about three thousand soldiers."

“Three thousand soldiers? So that? That castle is a fortress!”

"Yes, but they are there to protect their own... Just give me the soldiers if necessary, father."

"Esta bien!" Said his father without even looking at her.

Isabella went to her room trying to assimilate the news she had received. On one hand, she was happy to be out of that castle, but on the other, she will have to meet something totally unknown and it terrifies her.