Bella wasn't naïve. She knew that in a court like this, the wrong words could be a death sentence. Saying the right thing would be the difference between survival and ruin.
She couldn't bring herself to trust Queen Morgana, not when the woman was as fickle as the wind, turning allies into enemies with nothing more than a passing whim. A predator dressed with demureness and smiles, whose kindness was nothing but a fake front to trap those she deemed would bring her closer to her goals.
But Princess Marissa... she was different.
Marissa, at least, was known to hold a fondness for humans. Unlike the others, she did not treat them as mere playthings, as expendable creatures whose lives could be snuffed out without a second thought. There was something softer in her, something that made Bella feel that, if it came down to it, she would be the one to stand between her and Morgana's cruelty.
