Isabelle walked with confidence. She had spent the past weeks practicing how to walk in heels and a ball gown. She walked majestically with her head held high, like a princess would. At the end of the hallway were the stairs leading down to the ballroom of the palace. There, her father, the king, stood waiting for her. His back was facing her, and when she arrived, she stood beside him."Your Majesty, my father and king," she greeted him as a princess would. Holding her skirts with her hands, she did a courtesy."Rise, my daughter," her father ordered.She slowly stood up and looked up at him. Her father was looking at her with surprise and awe. This was the first time he looked at her with so much emotion. In the past, he barely spared her a glance, for fear his wife, the queen, would criticize him and remind him of his infidelity.The servants also looked at her with surprise and amazement. They all stopped what they were doing briefly to shower praises on her.The king cleared his
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