My original plan was to come at the noble ladies with nothing but words. However, when I recalled the encounter with Diana in my attempts to share her court, I learnt a very good lesson.
This was politics, and something of value was needed. Having a sob story would not always guarantee my success. I was dealing with the noble ladies, and none of them had any experience of a lesser life.
In the means of respect, they will look for strength, but I have already shown that when I climbed from a nameless human to a princess, having the Royal Princess by my side and a wealthy house heir, Ravyn. Then my coronation.
I knew that wouldn't secure my win, given that Sloane had already set her claws into the inner court.
So, I thought of something else: value. I was part snowblood, something that had never existed before. My origins were still unknown, but I knew the gravity of my existence.
