"Why have you decided to do this, Isabella? This was the reason I was deprived of the throne, and here you are trying to do the same," Charlie asked, his voice filled with frustration.

I sat confidently on the throne, meeting his gaze. "Listen, Charlie, I am not weak. The throne won't be taken from us, and neither will I lose Christian to anyone," I answered firmly.

Charlie, angered by my response, began scolding me. "You think you can just sit there and make decisions without considering the consequences?" he shouted.

I felt my own anger rising and shouted back, "I have the authority here, Charlie! You have no right...