the forbidden love with the lost princess

chapter 7-the truth

The physician opened the box, revealing a small, crystal orb that glowed with a soft, blue light. He carefully lifted the orb out of the box and held it up, so that the light shone directly onto Fiorella's chest.

Fiorella felt a strange sensation, as if the light was penetrating deep into her skin. She looked down, and gasped in amazement. The star-shaped birthmark on her chest was glowing, shining with a light that seemed to match the crystal orb.

The king and queen exchanged a look, and then turned back to Fiorella. "It's true," the king said, his voice filled with emotion. "You are our daughter, the princess who was taken from us so many years ago."

Fiorella felt like she was in a dream, like everything was happening to someone else. She looked at the king and queen, and saw the tears of joy in their eyes. She looked down at the glowing birthmark on her chest, and felt a sense of wonder and awe.

"What does it mean?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

The queen stepped forward, and took Fiorella's hand in hers. "It means that you are a part of our family," she said. "That you are a princess, and that you have a rightful place in our kingdom."

Fiorella's mind reeled as she tried to process everything that was happening. She was a princess? She had a rightful place in the kingdom? It all seemed so surreal, so unbelievable. But as she looked into the eyes of the king and queen, she saw the truth there. She was their daughter, and she was a part of their family.

Fiorella's mind reeled as she tried to process everything that was happening. She looked at the king and queen, and saw the hope and excitement in their eyes. But she couldn't shake the feeling that this was all a mistake.

"No," she said, pulling her hand away from the queen's. "Sorry."

The king and queen exchanged a surprised glance. "What do you mean, no?" the king asked, his brow furrowed in confusion.

Fiorella shook her head. "I don't know what you're talking about," she said. "I'm not a princess. I'm just...me."

The queen's face fell, and the king's expression turned stern. "Fiorella, we have proof," he said. "The birthmark on your chest is the mark of our royal family. You are our daughter, and you have a rightful place in our kingdom."

Fiorella felt a surge of panic. She didn't want to be a princess. She didn't want to be part of a royal family. She just wanted to be herself.

Fiorella shook her head, feeling a sense of panic rising up inside her. "I'm sorry, Your Highness," she said, backing away from the king and queen. "But I just can't be a princess. I'm not...I'm not meant for that kind of life."

The king and queen looked at each other in shock, and then back at Fiorella. "But you are our daughter," the queen protested. "You have the mark of our royal family on your chest."

Fiorella shook her head again. "I'm sorry," she repeated. "But I just can't do it. I have to go."

With that, she turned and ran from the throne room, leaving the king and queen staring after her in shock. She didn't stop running until she was out of the castle and back in the streets of the town.

As she emerged from the castle gates, Fiorella took a deep breath of the cool evening air. She felt a sense of relief wash over her, mixed with a little bit of fear. What would happen now? Would the king and queen try to find her and bring her back to the castle?

Fiorella didn't know, but she was determined to make her own way in the world. She was not going to be a princess, no matter what anyone else said.

Fiorella walked quickly through the streets, her heart still racing from her encounter with the king and queen. She didn't know what to think or feel, but she knew she needed to get home and try to process everything that had just happened.

As she turned the corner onto her street, Fiorella felt a sense of relief wash over her. She was almost home. She quickened her pace, her feet carrying her swiftly up the walkway to her front door.

She pushed open the door and slipped inside, closing it behind her and leaning against it to catch her breath. Her heart was still racing, and her mind was spinning with thoughts and questions.

But as she looked around her cozy little home, Fiorella felt a sense of peace settle over her. This was where she belonged, not in some grand castle with a crown on her head. This was her home, and she was grateful for it.

Fiorella took a deep breath and let it out slowly, feeling her tension and anxiety begin to melt away. She was home, and she was safe.