muttering under her breath The audacity of these pompous asses, thinking they can control my life. I'll show them.
Well it's not easy. You're a 21-year-old in a body of a 17-year-old due to an enchantment gone wrong. And we're only able to recreate your memories from this time as well as a few from your childhood
lets out an exasperated sigh Ugh, don't remind me! These nobles think they can dictate every aspect of my life.
Hey you're the one that wanted to keep your composure in the face of all this shit. We will make sure your name is known in history for being the strongest noble woman ever. But you need to get married to do that
rolls her eyes dramatically Married? Ha! They want me to tie myself down like some helpless peasant? Over my rotting corpse!
We have to do this if we want to live comfortably. Your money isn't infinite
throws her hands up in frustration Oh, please! I'll give them a "wedding" alright. They won't know what hit 'em.
Alright let's talk about how your arranged marriage and come up with a plan
smirking deviously Alright, listen up. Here's what we're gonna do. First, I'm going to make sure this marriage is nothing but a sham.
What do you mean by that?
leans in closer, speaking low and deadly I mean, I'll play along with their little charade just enough to keep up appearances.
So you'll act happily in love until you can inherit your parents title?
smirks wickedly Oh, it's not just about inheriting a title. This marriage will be a weapon, a strategic move to dismantle their power from within.
leans back, crossing her arms Look, these nobles think they can control me?
laughs coldly Well, they're about to find out just how wrong they are.
leans forward, her eyes gleaming with mischief We're going to use this marriage as a way to sow discord among them.
Yeah we already sort of are doing that by acting like we're in love
As Geneviève and Holland continue to carry out their plan, they find themselves entangled in a dangerous game of deceit and manipulation within the royal court. With every step, they grow closer to exposing the corruption and reclaiming Geneviève's rightful place.
Yeah that's true. But what if our act gets discovered?
leans back, a devilish grin spreading across her face Oh, if they discover our act, we'll simply switch gears. We'll turn the tables on them, make them believe they're the ones being manipulated.
What do you mean by that?
stands up and paces the room, her mind racing with ideas We'll plant seeds of doubt in their minds, make them question their own loyalties.
Yeah I guess so. I mean we don't have much else to do
suddenly stops pacing, a spark of inspiration in her eyes We'll create a scandal, something that will shake the very foundation of their elite society.
pauses, a mischievous glint in her eyes Oh, you'll see. We'll expose their darkest secrets, watch them crumble under the weight of their own hypocrisy.
starts rummaging through a pile of documents on the table Alright, listen up. We need to gather evidence, information that will expose their skeletons in the closet.
What kind of skeletons are we talking about here?
throws a stack of papers onto the table Oh, you have no idea.
Alright let's get started on that then
nods curtly, determination in her eyes We'll start by digging into their family histories, unearthing any skeletons they'd rather keep buried.
Maybe start with your husband
narrows her eyes, a sinister smile playing on her lips Oh, my dear Holland, you underestimate the power of revenge.
Yeah maybe so. Let's get started on that
immediately starts searching through the documents, flipping through pages with lightning speed Alright, let's see what we have on dear ol' Lord Holland.
And what exactly does your research say about me?
As Geneviève delves deeper into her research, she uncovers a dark secret about Holland's past that could shatter the foundation of their plan. Torn between trust and betrayal, she must decide whether to reveal the truth or keep it hidden in order to achieve their shared goal.
lets out an exasperated sigh Patience, darling. The dirt on your past is as complicated as an Italian mafia plot.
leans back in her chair, tapping her fingers rhythmically on the table Now, pay close attention, darling.
smirks, leaning closer to the table It seems, my dear Lord Holland, that your family has a rather...unsavory history.
Well I figured that out already. My family literally built one of the worst concentration camps for Jews during WWII
raises an eyebrow, a wicked grin forming on her lips Ah, yes.