The Broken Cycle

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"What possible benefit could my residence in the palace serve, Lady Evelyn?" the brunette inquired, her frustration evident as she briskly walked alongside the Alpheus couple.

Her words carried a tone of refinement, yet beneath the surface, there was a hint of exasperation, indicating her growing unease with the situation.

"My dear child, do you not understand?" The Lady responded with a touch of condescension, her tone tinged with superiority. "The Princess's naivety in allowing your residence within the palace grants us a distinct advantage!" Words dripping with a sense of entitlement and cunning, underscoring her belief in exploiting the situation to their benefit.

"What advantage, pray tell?" The brunette countered, her frustration palpable as she continued to stride alongside the Alpheus couple. "Are we to celebrate in the law that permits any royal, regardless of legitimacy, to take up residence in the palace? I don't even have the luxury of residing within those walls for at least a whole year, as I am destined to depart immediately for Rutherford Academy to commence my education!" Her words dripped with disdain for the perceived advantage.

"Do not talk back to me child, you should should very well know your place when talking to me." The Duchess abruptly turned and firmly pointed her pointer finger at Amadora's face, stoping.

Having silenced her niece with a single stern glance, the Duchess calmly turned her back and resumed walking by her husband's side with an air of regal composure. "All you need to do," she remarked coolly, her tone dripping with confidence, "is to employ your charm and tactfully manipulate the naive princess into bestowing upon you the title of princess through legal means."

Her words were delivered with an unmistakable sense of entitlement and assurance, underscoring her belief in Amadora's ability to achieve her ambitions through cunning and persuasion.

"Easier said than done." The young girl remarked with a visible frown, while the Duchess gaze sharp as she directed a pointed glare at the brown-haired girl.

Sighing deeply, the Duchess spoke once more, her tone carrying a hint of resignation. "If your mother was successful in swaying her princess, then surely you can achieve the same." She remarked with a touch of encouragement.

"If she is naive enough to willingly allow competition to enter her doorstep, then she is indeed naive enough to be a pawn in our game."

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Lazily holding out her hand by her side, the blonde-haired girl gazed out the window of her office, observing the departure of the Alpheus family as they boarded their awaiting carriage. "You have found?" she inquired with a sense of expectation.

"Everything." came the response from a maid dressed in black, who emerged from the shadows with a quiet confidence.

"Lady Amadora's alleged father does indeed carry Royal blood."

The exchange carried an air of intrigue and secrecy, set against the backdrop of the grandeur of the girl's luxurious surroundings.