#CHAPTER 133: Maid

ISABELLA I hated my new life in the United States. I understood why Mila had chosen to banish me here–it was a cruel, unforgiving place, a stark reminder of what she must have lived through before coming to Fresonia. If I didn’t know any better, I would think that I was developing empathy for what the queen had survived prior to meeting Felix. The country itself was fine, but it was far too much hustle and bustle for me. I found myself yearning for the quieter, calmer streets of Fresonia, wherever everybody knew everybody and I was never lost or alone. Here, I was always lost, always alone, always the foreigner. I felt like I had been set adrift. But even that old life back in my home country that I dreamed of was long gone. I was no longer a noblewoman given the privilege of living in the castle–I had burned that all to the ground in favor of backing Charles in his coup. Mila and Felix may have shown me a modicum of grace in the end, but sometimes I wondered if