Duchess Grandis smiled. She brushed her daughter's hair, but her hand was flicked away by Cailina. She stepped back and put her hands together; unbothered by her daughter's glowing eyes.
"You got your lovely eyes from me."
She sat, and gave Cailina a glance, "why don't you tell mother about your day?"
Cailina took a deep breath, her eyes no longer raged with emotions. Being called the favored one made anger and hatred swirl in her heart.
It was a bothersome title. No one told her what responsibilities would she take for having it.
She hated that she felt lost every time her thoughts wander to it. Cailina looked at her mother, her pursed lips showed no sign of telling a tale.
"Your hatred seems to grow every day." Duchess Grandis took a sip of the tea, "your father delayed your return. The reason for it?"
"Father may have put my feelings into accou—"
