Waking the following morning, I felt it would become but a sin to walk into that chapel to marry Irvan.
I will be queen in eight years, but all at the cost of my happiness.
Picking up my brush, I see Isabella enter through my mirror.
Her mother, a well-obedient maid, accompanies her.
She is good friends with her mother, which did not surprise me.
My mother was of the same title as a maid and any servant of the castle, a Baron none less.
In the fictional children's stories, Barons are known as Omegas, yet Isabella kept on acting as if she were a Queen.
A Luna, if you would, the titles were easy to comprehend: a King was one's Alpha, a Duke was one's Beta, a Marquess was one’s Gamma, and a knight was one's many Delta.
And the warriors were the guards of our people.
“Isabella
