Franklin Returns and Challenges!
Translator: Simple MTL Editor: Simple MTL
Isabelle raised her head and saw the tiny figure on the clock tower. It was Elin.
Isabelle could recognize her red hair. It was not an orthodox violet bloodline.
If it were not for Nicholas' favor, she would not be qualified to be called a princess.
Isabelle knew that Elin must be looking at her with envy at this moment.
She had always been like this since she was young. She could not compete with her, but she always put on a disdainful look.
Just like her strange dead mother, she always wanted to escape from the palace.
Isabelle really did not know what was so interesting about those dirty streets that would cover her crystal shoes with dust.
She preferred to be surrounded by admiration and praise, and let those so-called geniuses fight for her. This was the princess' pleasure.
So now, the whole continent knew that the violet flower was her, Isabelle.
It was not a wild rose in the corner of the wall.