For Eloísa Duvier, it is the first time that she enters the palace; she is a servant. Eloísa Duvier, feels what Princess Ingrid suffers. Eloísa Duvier, is Princess Ingrid.

...-Eloísa Duvier-...

Fate is too unpredictable. I am unable to guess. If I had the opportunity to go back in time, and modify its facts, I would do it to my liking; he could even save Princess Ingrid.

In another time, I could have settled for just the present. But now I can't speak, I can't think or dream.

The first day I stepped foot in the palace, I felt like my heart was going to explode from nerves. It was my first day as a servant.

In the midst of cleaning, I heard a door open. I heard two female voices approaching: “You're being too capricious,” one of them said, sounding authoritative and torn by her longevity. "Listen to me please!" Said the other, who was a younger woman. "Do you even know how I feel, mother?"

When I realized that it was Queen Margot and Princess Ingrid; a burning of nervousness ran through my body. Since I couldn't run away terrified, due to the fear that both imparted to me; I squatted down and pretended to clean the floor while I listened attentively to the conversation:

“Marrying Prince Hans d'Arpagen of the neighboring nation suits our family. It seems that you have no idea of ​​the benefits that this union brings; moreover, you do not give it due importance.”

"Mother!" The princess interrupted, “I have already told you since last year; I don't want to marry someone I don't know!"

“What are you telling me? You did the same thing the year before, you met him. He is so handsome."

“It is true, and at the same time it is not. I met the real Prince Hans, I saw his true face. Who really was Hans d'Arpagen? He was an ordinary person; a cold and despicable being. Unable to love anyone but himself. I repudiate it!”

“Do you know?… It doesn't matter. You had better stop expressing yourself in such…vulgar ways.”

“How were they able to hide it from me! Does your ambition have no limits? That man doesn't deserve me as a wife. What did you think? That on my wedding day; seeing my fiancé with a different face, a hateful face; the face of the man I hate the most, in this world. Would I accept him as a husband for the rest of my life? Ingrid was silent for a moment. "No!"

“Ingrid… We need to unite both parts. Our economic situation is not good at the moment.”

“Secrets of that caliber cannot be hidden for long. That disgusting being, he does not deserve to live!”

“Shut up! It's been planned for a long time. Since your birth. We have many debts with them.”

Ingrid felt the price of being a princess on her shoulders. Being a noble, it wasn't quite, being happy, it was much more than that. Being a noble meant not knowing true love. She had to obey the commands of the queen, and the people. Pay with her body, the consequences of someone else's debt.

Ingrid gritted her teeth.

She began to speak in a childish voice.

“I do not want to do it! Makes me sick! My little sister should do it, don't you think so? She is also of our blood; May she be of some use for once in her miserable life. She is just another burden in the family. But of course, since she's her favorite daughter, you let her do whatever she wants: She throws big-ticket parties once a week. She invites her friends, ladies-in-waiting, duchesses, counts... There are more than ten thousand bums who are after her, just to be invited to one of these parties, where they just spend their time praising her new outfits, while she models for the steps, always presumptuous: "Your Majesty, do you need anything?" «You are beautiful» «The dress looks wonderful on you» «Oh! Her majesty… »”.

“The prince has chosen you, because in his eyes, you are the most beautiful woman in the world. You should be pleased. Also, this isn't about love, it's about an agreement.” Margot said.

“Fuck it!” Ingrid protested.

“Ingrid Andromeda de Ducreux! Stop protesting! It is your responsibility as heiress to the throne, and seeing me in my condition as current queen, I order you; Do you think that because you are my daughter, you have the right to contradict me?”

“Your majesty, please!” Ingrid knelt at her mother's feet. In a humiliating tone, she continued: “Don't do this to me, I beg you! I will become your servant if you condition it. Do not do this to me”.

“This girl is too capricious.” She thought the queen before saying: “I will not repeat it. It is already decided”.

The princess stopped crying.

“You are not my mother, from now on I do not consider you my mother.” She warned her as she stood up picking up the dresses from her.

Margot stopped, turning her head to reply:

“Right now, I am your queen. When that ceases to be true, you will not be able to prevent yourself from being my daughter; Honor your family, okay?” She looked at her with a neutral expression and followed her path, leaving behind her a beautiful princess crying and lamenting. “In the afternoon, the prince will come to ask for your hand in marriage, legally. It is necessary that you behave, and show the greatest of tastes. Give him a good impression, we don't want him to break the contract. The oracle cannot be wrong. The oracle has never been wrong. If we don't unite our kingdoms, we're all going to die; What do you prefer?”.

“Die” she said determinedly.

Margot arched an eyebrow mockingly.

“I won't,” Ingrid reaffirmed.

“You are going to do it, I know you very well, you must do it, and you know it. Don't be selfish, it's the price of royalty. Our future, and that of the town, is in your hands”.

“I will not do it!…”

“To whom I lie? I know perfectly well what my mother is like, I know perfectly well that I cannot refuse”