Clarissa frowned at her words. A queen? How could Artie turn her into a queen? The woman herself couldn't even turn herself into a queen. The cold chick was about to make impolite comments, but she held her tongue. It was as if that was the only moment she realized that Artie Shen… indeed have a kingdom.
Musanea…
The eyes on that supposed feisty face quivered in fright and anticipation. However, she took a look at her totality before shaking her head. "I can't be queen. I simply… am not enough."
"What's wrong about not being enough? You think some queens don't get groomed to stand before the world? You think all queens had to be hard and cold like ice mountains?" Artie Shen lifted her brows. Not everyone was Meadow Haussia; she even doubted that Meadow Haussia was born like that. "People grow. Sure, there are those born to be royals, but it didn't mean that it's a requirement.
