Dahlia was sitting on the floor of her room, her eyes red, her head leaning on the wooden door. She straightened out and looked around.

Her room was small by noble standards.

She didn't have any extravagant items that would amaze anyone who that would walk in. There was her bed, on which her mother would tuck her in and kiss her good night.

The big dresser next to the bed held the dresses she carefully picked out and ones on which Dahlia had sown on together with her mother and Lydia.

On the other side of the room was a desk full of scratches and ink stains.

Most nobles would laugh upon seeing this room, but for Dahlia it was a place full of precious memories.

‘Three years… I went back three years’

‘Real or not, it does not matter’

‘I need to protect my family. No matter what’

Dahlia got herself to her desk, sat down and took out paper and a quill.

‘I need to change my family’s future, but where do I start?’

‘The Cattleya’s are the reason why I am attending the selection, so should I find a way to stay back?’

‘No, that probably wouldn’t change anything. I was there just as an underhanded insult for the royal family.’

Dahlia let’s out a sigh.

‘We can not back down from the deal with the Cattleya family and I do not know what they did that caused them to be executed and how that ties to our family...'

‘There were a lot of nobles that were kill… implicated,’ even with her acceptance of the situation, she still felt distraught.

‘Running for help to them is of no use. They are either the puppeteers pulling the strings or the puppets being strung along ’

‘The royalists have no reason to believe or help me either’

‘For me to change anything, I need the support of the royalists or the royal family.’

Dahlia looked at her paper and the little information she had.

‘I don’t even know how deep this web goes.’

From all of the thinking she did, she came to one single conclusion.

‘If I want to change my fate, there is only one course of action’

‘Attending the Crown Princess Selection’