The Princess's Script-Flipping Survival Chapter 2

The moment my brother, Prince Caelan, appeared, I noticed Lyra’s kneeling form straighten. It was as if her champion had arrived, and the tears in her eyes vanished as if by magic.

I watched, silent and observant.

The Queen raised an eyebrow and beckoned to him. “Caelan, you’ve come at the perfect time. Help me talk some sense into your sister. I don’t know what’s gotten into her about this marriage pact, she’s actually threatening to—”

Before she could finish, Caelan cut her off, his voice sharp and unyielding.

“Mother, I knew Aurelia wouldn't agree to this marriage so easily. To think she’d stoop to sending a substitute!”

His gaze, hot with disappointment, bore into me.

“I always knew you were timid and fearful, but this is a matter of state! How could you dare to pull such a deceptive trick?! Lyra and Elara have been with you since childhood. How could you be so cruel as to send them away? You have disappointed me more than I can say!”

His accusations came one after another, each more cutting than the last. He spoke as if I were some unforgivable monster, his eyes holding a coldness I had never seen before.

In my memory, he had always been the gentlest of brothers.

This was the first time he had ever truly been angry with me.

My nose began to tingle. Was this really the person he thought I was?

The text in the air scrolled once more.

[Ooh, talk about a man losing his cool for his woman!]

[Look at the princess's wounded expression, as if she's been wronged! She didn't want to go in the first place, or she would have refused the Queen’s plan from the start.]

[The Prince has been putting up with the princess for ages. A stupid, useless woman. If she weren't the Queen's biological daughter, he wouldn't even bother with her.]

My hand tightened on the silk handkerchief in my lap. My vision blurred with unshed tears.

My memory, however, drifted back with sudden clarity to the year I turned six.

Back then, my brother wasn't like this at all.