the forbidden love with the lost princess

chapter 3- overhearing

Years passed since the kidnapping of Princess Fiorella. Queen Aurelia and King Fendrick had never given up hope of finding their daughter, but as the years went by, the trail grew cold.

The kingdom of Brightwood had changed much since the kidnapping. Queen Aurelia and King Fendrick had become more reclusive, rarely leaving the palace and surrounding themselves with a small circle of trusted advisors.

The queen's hope for their daugther returned one day was still here and the king was worried about the queen. They had never forgotten their daughter, and the pain of her loss still lingered in their hearts.

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Alexander, the young boy who had been living with Boss Cole, had grown into a strong and handsome young man. He had never forgotten the stories his father had told him about the royal family and the kidnapping of Princess Fiorella.

As Alexander grew older, he began to feel a sense of restlessness. He felt that there was something missing in his life, something that he couldn't quite put his finger on.

One day, Alexander approached his father, Boss Cole, with a question. "Father, what really happened to Princess Fiorella?" he asked, his eyes searching for the truth.

Boss Cole's expression turned cold, and he hesitated before answering. "The princess was taken for her own protection," he said finally. "She's safe, Alexander. Don't worry about her."

But Alexander couldn't shake off the feeling that his father was hiding something from him. He began to wonder if he would ever find out the truth about Princess Fiorella and her disappearance.

Just as Alexander was about to press his father for more information, a young woman with long, beautiful blond hair and piercing blue eyes walked into the room. She was dressed in a elegant white dress, and her presence commanded attention.

"Father, I'm going into town to do some shopping," she said, her voice confident and assertive.

Alexander's eyes widened in shock as he stared at the young woman. There was something familiar about her, something that he couldn't quite put his finger on.

Boss Cole smiled, his eyes gleaming with pride. "Ah, Fiorella, you look lovely today. Be careful in town, and don't forget to take some guards with you."

Fiorella nodded, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "I will, Father. Don't worry."

As Fiorella turned to leave, Alexander felt a sudden jolt of realization. This was Princess Fiorella, the daughter of Queen Aurelia and King Fendrick. The same princess who had been kidnapped all those years ago.

Alexander's mind reeled with questions. How did Fiorella end up with his father? Why had she been kept hidden away for so long? And what did Boss Cole have planned for her?

As Fiorella walked out of the room, Alexander felt a sense of determination wash over him. He was going to uncover the truth about Fiorella's past, no matter what it took.

***
As she walked into town, surrounded by guards, Fiorella felt a sense of normalcy. She had grown up with Boss Cole as her father, and she had never known anything else. She had no memories of her life before living with Boss Cole, and she had never questioned her identity.

But as she shopped and interacted with the people of the town, Fiorella couldn't shake off the feeling that something was off. She felt like there was a part of her that she couldn't quite reach, a part of her that was hidden deep beneath the surface.

Little did Fiorella know, her life was about to take a dramatic turn. Alexander, the young man who had grown up with her, was starting to uncover the truth about her past. And as he dug deeper, he would discover secrets that would change Fiorella's life forever.

Fiorella walked into the small, quaint shop, browsing through the various items on display. As she reached for a beautiful silver necklace, she overheard two women talking in hushed tones.

"...and they say she was taken from her crib when she was just a baby," one of the women said, shaking her head.

Fiorella's ears perked up, intrigued by the conversation.

"I know, it's so sad," the other woman replied. "The king and queen never lost hope, though. They've been searching for her all these years."

Fiorella's curiosity got the better of her, and she found herself listening more intently.

"But I heard it's impossible to find her," the first woman said. "Unless... unless she has the mark."

Fiorella's heart skipped a beat as she wondered what mark they were talking about.

"What mark?" she asked, trying to sound nonchalant.

The two women turned to her, surprised that she had been listening in on their conversation.

"The star-shaped birthmark on her chest," one of the women replied. "They say that's the only way to know for sure if someone is the real princess."

Fiorella's mind was reeling as she processed the information. A star-shaped birthmark on her chest? She had one of those. But what did it mean?

As she left the shop, Fiorella couldn't shake off the feeling that her life was about to change in ways she couldn't imagine.