"You really didn't mean it?" I ask tearfully as if I truly wish to validated by the maid in front of me. I don't care to hear her voice anymore, it is annoying like a fly buzzing in my ears.
Janice, not knowing my line of thought, nods her head vigorously, suspiciously resembling the Harry Potter bobblehead that sat on my bookshelf in my past life.
"No! Not at all. I-I swear, your highness, that the words that fell from my mouth are as untrue as the phrase 'the sky is green'. This is not how I usually am! An unusual malady or some seasonal flu must have overtaken me in the heat of this room. No! No, no, it was Akira whispering in my ear. He influenced me to say these cruel words!" Janice desperately cries, her eyes wide with unshed tears.
