Ebere frowned, considering the words. "You think so?" she murmured, nodding slowly. Maybe this maid was making sense. Maybe it wasn't that Nnenna was better, it was that she had cheated her way to the top.
"Exactly!" The maid pressed on, her voice lowering as if revealing a dangerous secret. "And you know, there's one way to put an end to it. If people knew the truth, that she wasn't truly royal blood, that she was adopted, everything would change.
She wouldn't be the golden princess anymore. The kingdoms would turn their backs on her, and the attention would return to where it rightfully belongs… to you, the true princess of Lionara."
Ebere inhaled sharply. The idea was shocking… yet tempting.
"And if she isn't a true royal, should she even be competing against you? Against real princesses?" The maid's voice dripped with conviction, her words like honeyed poison.
Ebere didn't answer immediately. But the seed had been planted. And it was beginning to take root.
