the forbidden love with the lost princess

chapter 12-the birthmark

Fiorella's eyes widened in horror as she stared at her glowing birthmark. She felt a wave of panic wash over her, and she started to freak out.

"No, no, no, not this again," she whispered to herself, her voice shaking with fear.

Just as she was starting to lose control, there was a knock at the door.

"Fiorella, come help with dinner," Alexander called out.

Fiorella took a deep breath and tried to compose herself. She didn't want Alexander to see her like this.

"Just hold on, I'm kind of busy," she called out, trying to sound calm. "I'll be in in a minute."

There was a pause, and for a moment, Fiorella wondered if Alexander had heard her. But then he spoke up again.

"Okay, take your time," he said. "I'll start setting the table."

Fiorella let out a sigh of relief as she heard Alexander's footsteps walking away. She was grateful for the reprieve, but she knew she couldn't hide in her room forever. She had to figure out what was going on with her birthmark, and fast.

Fiorella took a few deep breaths, trying to calm herself down. She looked at her birthmark again, and it was still glowing softly. She didn't know what it meant, but she knew it couldn't be good.

She got up from her bed and walked over to her dresser. She opened the top drawer and pulled out a small, leather-bound book. It was her diary, and she had written down every time her birthmark had glowed in the past.

As she flipped through the pages, she noticed a pattern. Every time her birthmark glowed, something big happened. Either she would discover a new secret about her past, or she would be faced with a difficult challenge.

Fiorella closed her diary and took a deep breath. She knew that she had to be prepared for whatever was coming. She walked over to her bed and sat down, trying to gather her thoughts.

Just as she was starting to feel a sense of calm, there was another knock at the door.

"Fiorella, dinner is ready," Alexander called out.

Fiorella got up from her bed and walked over to the door. She opened it and smiled at Alexander.

"I'm coming," she said.

Alexander smiled back at her and turned to walk away. Fiorella followed him, trying to push aside her worries about her birthmark. She knew that she had to be strong, no matter what was coming.

As they ate, Fiorella's mind began to wander. She thought about the castle, and how she had been avoiding it for so long.

But now, with her birthmark glowing, she felt a sense of urgency.

She knew that she had to go to the castle, and she had to go alone.

Tomorrow, she thought to herself. Tomorrow, I'll go to the castle.

After they finished eating, Fiorella pushed her chair back and stood up.

"Well, night," she said, trying to sound casual. "I'm tired."

Alexander looked up at her, a concerned expression on his face. "Are you okay, Fiorella?" he asked.

Fiorella nodded, trying to reassure him. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just tired."

Alexander nodded, but he still looked concerned. "Okay, well, get some rest then," he said.

Fiorella nodded, and then turned and walked away, leaving Alexander to wonder what was really going on.