The mirror consumed her. Bella stepped into fractured worlds. In one, she was a minstrel, singing forgotten ballads. In another, a beggar, clutching a single silver coin. Each reality bled into the next, and Bella lost herself.
Yet, in glimpses, she saw Anna laughing, Laila painting, James chasing fireflies. They existed, scattered across dimensions. Bella wept, knowing she'd sacrificed their existence for her salvation.
Epilogue: The Empty Throne
Back in Sanelia, the castle crumbled faster. The Ember of the Sun flickered, its warmth fading. Bella sat on the throne, alone. The locket slipped from her neck, its glow extinguished.
And there, in the silence, she heard Miss Ellen's voice: "Destiny is a tapestry, woven with threads of sacrifice."
Bella's tears fell, staining the marble floor. She closed her eyes, longing for the Whispering Woods to swallow her whole. The kingdom mourned, its last star fading—a tragic elegy for a princess who'd lost everything, even herself.
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Princess Bella Hamilton of Sanelia
Historical FictionPrincess Bella Hamilton of Sanelia In the mystical kingdom of Sanelia, where moonlight danced with ancient trees and forgotten magic whispered through the air, the fate of an entire realm hung in delicate balance. Princess Bella Mary Hamilton, born...
