Reborn as the only princess of Cene Kingdom

Chapter 4: The Power

## Chapter 1: Rebirth of the Last Princess

Stella Luna stood before the grand mirror in her chambers, hardly recognizing the girl who stared back at her. Gone was the frail, beaten-down figure of her past life—Hannah, the girl who had known nothing but pain and rejection. Now, she was Stella, the first and last princess of the Cene Kingdom, a figure of beauty and grace. Her yellow-gold hair shimmered like sunlight, cascading down her back, and her emerald eyes sparkled with a brilliance that she had never seen in herself before. Her face was flawless, as though it had been sculpted by the gods themselves.

But behind that perfect exterior, Hannah still lurked, her memories clinging to the edges of Stella's consciousness. The fear, the despair, the hopelessness—those feelings were hard to shake. Even now, as she prepared to attend the grand feast in her honor, she couldn't help but feel like she didn't belong here. How could she? She was nothing but a loser in her past life, someone who had been beaten down by her father and ignored by the world. This life felt like a dream, one that could slip away at any moment.

"Princess Stella," a soft voice called from the doorway. It was one of her ladies-in-waiting, a girl named Lila. She was kind and gentle, with a warm smile that always seemed to put Stella at ease. "Are you ready? The feast is about to begin, and the whole kingdom awaits your presence."

Stella took a deep breath and nodded, though her heart was pounding in her chest. She wasn't ready—not really—but she had no choice. She had been given a second chance, a life of privilege and power, and she couldn't afford to waste it.

"Yes, Lila," Stella replied, forcing a smile. "I'm ready."

As they made their way through the palace corridors, the sounds of the feast grew louder. Laughter, music, and the clinking of goblets filled the air, and the scent of roasted meats and fresh bread wafted through the halls. It was a celebration like no other—a feast to honor the miracle that had brought Stella back to life.

The kingdom had mourned her death, believing that the last princess of Cene had been lost to illness. But then, against all odds, she had returned, reborn with a newfound vitality and strength. The people called it a divine blessing, a sign that the gods favored their kingdom. And tonight, they would celebrate that blessing with a feast that would be remembered for generations.

When Stella entered the grand hall, all eyes turned to her. The room fell silent, and she could feel the weight of their gazes on her. Nobles, knights, and common folk alike stared in awe, their mouths agape at the sight of her. She had been beautiful before, but now, she was otherworldly—radiant, ethereal, like a goddess descended from the heavens.

Whispers spread through the crowd as Stella made her way to the head of the table, where her family sat. Her father, King Darius Cene, rose to greet her, his eyes filled with pride. He was a tall, imposing figure, with a presence that commanded respect. Her mother, Queen Elara, stood beside him, her beauty rivaling that of her daughters. Her brothers, Crown Prince Lysander and Prince Adrian, watched her with a mixture of amazement and affection.

"Stella," King Darius said, his voice booming through the hall. "Welcome, my daughter. You have returned to us, a miracle of the gods. Let this feast be a celebration of your rebirth and a testament to the strength of our kingdom!"

The crowd erupted into cheers, and Stella smiled, though the noise made her head spin. She took her place beside her mother, trying to steady herself. This was her new life, she reminded herself. She had to embrace it, no matter how overwhelming it felt.

As the feast began, Stella tried to focus on the festivities. The food was exquisite, the music lively, and the conversation flowed easily among the nobles. But her attention kept drifting to a figure across the room—a young man who seemed to stand apart from the others, both in stature and in presence. He was tall and broad-shouldered, with raven-black hair that fell just above his sharp blue eyes. His face was handsome, but it was his intensity that drew her in. He looked like a man who had seen much in his life, and his gaze seemed to pierce through the crowd, landing squarely on Stella.