The room was charged with tension as Princess Isadora's eyes met Rosalind's. "I believe there's been some misunderstanding," Princess Isadora began with an edge to her voice, the weight of the royal crown pressing upon her thoughts. "The information I hold is of significant value..."
"Then share it with us all," Rosalind swiftly interjected, her gaze unyielding. "Alternatively, discuss it with the Duke. This isn't just gossip. It pertains directly to his matrimonial fate."
Princess Isadora squared her shoulders. "The Duke would never turn a deaf ear to my words. But I chose to confide in you out of regard for the present Duchess of the North," she declared, her voice echoing the pride of her royal lineage.
