As soon as Queen Ylaya's voice fell, there was a moment of silence below the stage, followed by thunderous applause.
Waves of congratulations surged one after another.
Lily Hemsworth swayed slightly, almost collapsing to the ground.
"Careful."
Zavier Todd reached out to support her.
Lily barely managed to steady herself, her face deathly pale.
Beverly's complexion was no better off, but compared to Lily's panic, she was more filled with anger and resentment. She unconsciously crushed the glass wine cup in her hand, the red wine flowing down her hand onto the hem of her gown, and she remained oblivious.
The true and only Princess!
Then what is she?!
All these years, to be a proper Princess, to be worthy of the title, she had invested so much time and effort, only to have the genuine title of Princess so effortlessly become someone else's?
She had gone to great lengths, trying subtly to earn a princess coronation, yet now, she still had nothing.
