Cast aside as a child when royalty fell, I lived as Ethel, not Princess Stella. Years later, they called me back—not for love, but need.
“Be my replacement,” my sister ordered.
“Your lost sibling’s stand-in? Never.”
“Refuse, and our family suffers.”
Returning, I played my own substitute, shaming those who forgot me.
They begged the awakened princess’s favor—but I walked away.
“This time, I choose happiness.”
The forsaken extra returns triumphant.
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