My minute changes were caught by her keen eyes, as she hurriedly said:
"He isn't alright, he is in harm, right? What happened, tell me!"
She was anxious, nervous, and afraid. All the emotions that I hated, but I felt sympathy for her, instead of anger.
"Listen, something happened."
I just couldn't continue saying what happened, as tears welled up in her eyes, with her pretty face turned ashen white. "Is he dead?" she hesitantly asked, with a horror I never saw before.
"No," I replied, "Not dead, but he gave up his privilege for me," I added.
"You mean that stupid, crown prince stupid race?" the hatred I felt in her words were literally could be seen by naked eyes, vey massive.
"Yes, I guess," I replied, without knowing if she would be angry or glad. I felt like dealing with a crazy person.
