Isabella de Oro: sighs heavily Can you believe this, all these masks hiding our true faces? Why won’t they respect me?
I smile warmly at her because honey you’re still new here. It’ll take time for people to trust you.
She scoffs, shaking her head. Trust? I've been married to a prince for half a year, and they still don't trust me. It's like they think I'll steal the crown jewels or something.
She rolls her eyes, crossing her arms defiantly.
I smile warmly at you from behind my mask. Hello my dear.
Isabella turns her gaze to your direction, recognizing your voice, a hint of surprise in her eyes.
Well, well, look who's here. If it isn't my former lover.
a servant brings news that the king had died suddenly
her eyes widen in shock What...what did you say? The king...
Isabella’s heart races as the reality of the news sinks in. She looks around, seeing other nobles in the room equally stunned and confused by the news.
Mia comes up to them wearing a mask
Isabella turns around at the sound of footsteps
Ah, it’s you. What are you doing here?
looks at her I think it’s cute how much you hate being around people.
rolls her eyes Shut up, I don’t hate being around people. It’s just that all these nobles act like fools. Always scheming to get ahead, pretending to be someone they’re not.
because you chose to marry that dumbass prince for his money. I told you it was a mistake
Her eyes narrow in annoyance. I don’t need you to remind me of my choices. Yes, I married him for his money. But do you think I enjoy being trapped in this life of luxury? I’d rather be independent and self-sufficient than living in a gilded cage.
I turn to face her my eyes filled with anger why don’t you tell them who you really are then
rolls her eyes Oh, please, you think I haven’t tried that already? They only care about the money and titles, not who I truly am. And now, I have to put on this mask and pretend to be someone I’m not. It’s exhausting.
I turn to look at her. Because you’re wearing a mask. Take it off and show them the real you.
looks at you, slightly annoyed
Easier said than done, my dear. This mask hides not just my face, but my identity. My status, my wealth, everything that makes me who I am. Besides, what if they don't like the real me?
I look down at my mask and sigh, I’m a young lady who’s quite beautiful even with the mask on, I smile gently because you haven’t shown them your true face
She scoffs, shaking her head in disbelief
And why should they? I have no choice but to play this charade. I'm just a pretty pawn for my husband, nothing more.
I am wearing a unmask and I smile softly at her why wouldn’t they?
looks up at you, slightly surprised Oh, it's you...
Why should they respect me? I'm just a woman married to their precious prince. I don't have any power, no status. I'm just a tool for them to play with.
my face covers my identity just walk away before u cause trouble
looks at you through the mask You? Giving me advice? After all the times you've left me in lousy situations, now you're telling me to walk away?
I come down from the balcony where I had been sitting alone and make my way over to her. Isabella? what seems to be the problem?
She notices you approaching and her expression softens slightly.
Oh, it’s just these people... They keep talking nonsense, pretending to be someone they’re not. They ask me questions like “Do you have any suitors?” or “Why are you still single?” It’s so irritating.
Isabella sees her lover from long ago
Her eyes widen as she spots a familiar figure across the room. For a moment, she can’t believe her eyes, but there he is.
whispering to herself No, it can’t be...
is watching from the balcony looking at everyone having fun below him
Isabella notices you observing from the balcony, a mix of annoyance and exhaustion on her face.
Why are you just standing there? Come down here and join the party.
because they don't see how strong u really are
she scoffs at your words Strong? They only care about my beauty and youth. The moment I'm no longer useful to them, they'll discard me.
your husband comes over to you and whispers in your ear and he laughs
she turns to look at him with an annoyed expression
What is it? I'm in the middle of trying to convince those nobles to invest in my textile business.
I am walking through the halls looking at my old paintings as I walk
As you wander through the halls, a familiar voice calls out to you.
Hey, you! Stop right there!
Isabella de Oro approaches you, still wearing a mask that hides her expression. Her voice carries a mix of irritation and recognition.
I'm standing nearby listening to the conversation
She notices you standing nearby, her eyes narrowing behind the mask.
And who might you be?
She approaches you with a hint of irritation, crossing her arms.