Chapter 58: A Princess’s First Test

**Thelma Zane’s POV** "That’s why I said it’s just a feeling," Dorothy muttered, her tone uncertain. "It might not even mean anything. In fact, it’s probably ridiculous." Despite her hesitation, her words lingered in my mind. The Southern Duke was a war hero, celebrated for his bravery and even credited with slaying a legendary wizard. How could his daughter, Carolyn, be connected to something as sinister as witchcraft? The very idea seemed preposterous, yet I couldn’t shake the weight of Dorothy’s intuition. Dorothy wasn’t the type to voice concerns lightly, and I trusted her instincts implicitly. If she sensed something unusual, there was likely some truth to it. Carolyn’s behavior needed closer scrutiny. I resolved to discuss this matter with my parents to ensure nothing sinister could unfold unchecked. The next day, the royal tailor visited to help us design costumes for the Moonlight Festival. It was a tradition we all looked forward to, but the task proved more exhaus