The Immortal Leo and Reincarnated Luna

The first rays of sunlight crept through the heavy curtains of Princess Bella's chamber when a soft but urgent knocking echoed through the stillness. "Princess Bella! Wake up!" whispered Donna, her voice barely above a hush. "We have to hurry!" Bella bolted upright in bed, her heart racing. "Is it morning already?" she groaned, rubbing her eyes. "Why do you insist on waking me at such an ungodly hour?" Donna let out a playful sign, "Because, my princess" Donna replied, her tone a mix of urgency and mischief, "if we're going to continue this little adventure, we can't afford to be caught. Today is riding day!" Bella's heart leaped with excitement. "Riding is today." she whispered, leaping out of bed. "Princess Bella, the clothes are right here, I'll meet you by the back entrance." Bella quickly opened her door and snatched the clothes from Donna. She dressed hurriedly, her mind racing with trepidation. She dressed in clothing, a disguise to look like a boy.

As she dressed, Princess Bella gazed at her bare arm, where Prince Leo's fingertips had brushed against her skin, and was astonished to see it glimmering as if polished glass. The touch had sent a shiver coursing through her, leaving a trail of warmth that seemed to radiate from the spot he had touched. The sheen on her skin captivated her. As she traced the shimmering area with her fingers, a thrill of excitement mixed with trepidation coursed through her, leaving Bella both enchanted and perplexed. but she quickly let the thoughts go.

 If anyone in the palace found out about their secret excursions, the consequences would be dire—not just for her, but for Donna and her brothers, Tim and Thomas. The kingdom had decreed that women were to remain dependent on men, forbidden to learn the skills needed for independence. As she tiptoed down the hallway, Bella's heart raced at the thrill of defiance. She reached the back entrance and found Donna waiting, a mischievous smile on her face. "Right on time!" Donna said, glancing around to ensure no one was watching. "Let's go quickly." They slipped out of the palace and made their way to the stables, the morning air fresh and invigorating. Bella felt a surge of excitement as they approached the horses. And it seemed like the horses welcomed her.

Tim, Donna's twin brother, was waiting for them, leaning casually against a sturdy mare. "Morning, my princess, morning Donna! Ready to ride?" he asked, his grin wide and welcoming. "Ready as I'll ever be," Bella said, trying to mask her nervousness. "Princess Bella, please remember to keep your voice down." Bella smiled mischievously, "I know, I promise" Bella said, her voice barely above a whisper. With Tim's help, Bella mounted the horse with surprising ease, feeling a thrill of exhilaration rush through her. her anxiety momentarily forgotten. "Just hold on tight and trust your instincts," Tim instructed, as they left the stable. "You're a natural, princess Bella." As Bella began to ride, she galloped the open fields, she felt such freedom, she did not want to stop.

Whenever Princess Bella was near animals, a magical connection seemed to bloom between them, as if they were drawn to her very essence. Birds would perch on her outstretched hand, and even the most timid creatures would approach her with an uncharacteristic trust. She could sense their feelings—joy, fear, or curiosity—like whispers in the wind, and she understood their unspoken language. 

Each stride of the horse beneath her felt like an extension of her very spirit, and she couldn't help but laugh aloud in pure exhilaration. "Faster, Tim! I want to feel the wind!" she called, her heart racing with joy. Tim, slightly breathless, struggled to keep pace. "You're becoming quite the rider, Princess Bella!" he shouted, a mix of admiration and disbelief in his voice. "At this rate, I might have to take lessons from you!" "Maybe you should!" she teased, glancing back at him with a playful grin. Bella could feel the thrill of competition sparking within her; she was no longer just a woman learning to ride. She was a natural, effortlessly mastering the art of riding, leaving Tim in her dust. The realization that she could out-ride him invigorated her even more, solidifying her sense of freedom and igniting a fierce determination to keep pushing her limits.

After an hour of riding, Bella dismounted, her heart pounding with excitement. "That was incredible, Tim! Thank you!" "Don't thank me yet," he said, wiping sweat from his brow. Bella's stomach fluttered at the thrill of the adventure she had just experienced, and it outweighed her trepidation.

As they made their way back to the palace, anxiety crept back into Bella's mind. "What if someone finds out? What if the king learns what I've been doing?" Bella knew they had to be extremely careful. Donna could sense her anxiety and placed a comforting hand on Bella's shoulder. "We will be careful. Your secret is safe." Bella nodded, her heart swelling with gratitude. Donna was more than just her maid; she had become her friend. "I don't know what I'd do without you, Donna." As they returned to the palace, Bella knew she would continue to defy the odds and learn the skills that would empower her, no matter the risks.

Princess Victoria and Princess Clara were lounging in the courtyard when they spotted Donna approaching the palace. At first, they were intrigued, but as they drew closer, suspicion crept into Victoria's eyes. "Who is that with Donna?" Clara asked, narrowing her gaze. "Is that a stable boy?" "I think it is," Victoria replied, her voice dripping with disdain. "What's she doing bringing him into the palace? How utterly embarrassing."

As Donna stepped closer, the guise of a dirty stable boy became apparent, with Bella's hair tucked beneath a cap and her clothes smudged with dirt. The girls exchanged incredulous looks, unable to contain their contempt. "Donna!" Victoria called out, her voice sharp as a knife. "What were you thinking, bringing a filthy stable boy into the palace? Have you lost your mind?" Donna flinched but maintained her composure. "I'm sorry, Princess Victoria, he was just helping me with some chores," she replied, trying to defuse the situation. "Chores?" Clara scoffed, stepping forward. "Didn't Princess Bella teach you never to bring filth into the palace? How dare you bring a dirty stable boy here!" Donna bowed regretfully, "Please Princess Clara, it would never happen again," Donna said, her heart racing. She glanced back at Bella, who stood anxiously by the entrance, her eyes wide with fear, she signaled for Bella to go back to the stable. Before Bella could leave, Victoria called out, "Just wait a moment, dirty stable boy, come over here!" Princess Victoria called out. "I will teach you a lesson." When Bella got close to princess Victoria, she yelled, "Kneel down and bed for mercy. You dared to come in the presence of a princess." Clara laughed maliciously "Yes, you filthy boy, kneel down! Donna, you kneel down too." Both Donna and Bella knelt down. Bella clenched her fists, but she knew she could not reveal her identity to Clara and Victoria. To diffuse the situation, Donna began crying and begging for mercy from Victoria and Clara. Clara watch Donna beg for mercy, and she laughed with glee. The she said, "I will forgive you on one condition, you have to put mud in Princess Bella's bath water. I want princess Bella to itch all day. If she is not itching, I will have you and this dirty stable boy flogged! Now both of you get out of our sight."

Bella's heart sank, she could not believe how cruel her sisters were. She listened to them ridicule Donna. Victoria's jealousy festered like a wound that refused to heal. Every time she laid eyes on Bella, the bitterness swelled within. She couldn't touch Bella, the only daughter of King Patrick's wife. Clara and Victoria were daughters of the King's mistress, Since Victoria could not get Bella, she could certainly strike at the one person who dared to defy the status quo—Donna. "Perhaps if I make her life a living nightmare that would teach Bella a lesson." Victoria mused, her eyes narrowing with malicious intent. With that thought, Victoria plotted her course, eager to unleash her jealousy on Donna, hoping to punish Bella's maid for Bella's perceived transgressions.