Chapter 180

Princess Elena’s POV Uniting with my real father wasn’t dramatic. There were no tears at first. No loud gasps. No collapsing into each other’s arms the way stories promised. Instead, it was… quiet. Warm. Almost reverent. He introduced himself simply. “People call me Browny.” That was it. No titles. No rehearsed speech. Just a man standing before me with calm eyes and a heart that felt too big for his chest. Browny was gentle in a way I wasn’t used to; his movements slow, his voice steady, as though he feared even breathing too hard might scare me away. Yet beneath that calm lived emotion so deep it trembled at the edges of his composure. He kept calling me Celeste. Every time the name left his lips, his eyes softened, as if saying it alone was proof I existed. “I didn’t know you were alive,” he said quietly. “Not until Valentina called me yesterday… told me you were coming.” His voice broke then. Just slightly. He steadied himself quickly, but I saw it. I felt it. He told me everything