"that stupid crown prince!"I cursed as I kicked an innocent tree trunk. Clara stood behind me trying her best to calm me.
"Young miss, you mustn't let anger the crown prince."she pleaded as she raised her hand up. I turned to face her with an angry scowl.
she sighed seeing as she couldn't change my perspective of the so called crown prince. he was such a jerk, and I do not like jerks.
"you should calm down," smiled Clara, "the crown prince might like you that's why he is like that."
that statement made me angrier than before. that's not an excuse to being an arse! just say you are a jerk and move on! goddamn.
punching a hole through the innocent tree made Clara flinch before she continued panicking seeing as blood was dripping down my arm. "my lady! y-you're hand!" she panicked some more.
a dark shadow casted over my eyes, these double standards are insane. "if it's a guy being an arse it means he likes you, but when a girl does the same she is improper." I glared at her, "I may be a child, but I damn well know all of you always turn a blind eye when a man does something wrong."
silence filled the air, I looked down on the ground as the tense air swayed my hair back and forth slowly. I hate these types of people, to think that Clara was one of them is disappointing.
"my lady..." she whispered as I turned away from her. I'm too angry to deal with anyone's bull crap right now.
"forget it," I scowled furrowing my eyebrows. "please ready bath water, I wanna take a bath."
I left as I said that, glaring at everything that comes my way. a few servants greeted me on my way back to my room but seeing as I was furrowing my eyebrows together they ducked their head down and apologized for something they didn't do.
slamming the door open, I ran to my bed and plopped down face first. today was so exhausting. sighing in relief that I was finally alone, I stood back up and searched the books that were stacked on my study desk. I read a few books and none of them had any say about women being them.
closing the book that I currently held I sighed, "I want my rights." I whispered to myself.
"well you can have your rights." I jumped as a voice interrupted me. I looked at the balcony door and saw the owner of the cold raspy voice. there stood a blonde man with beautiful purple eyes. his freckles that were splattered everywhere on his coffee colored skin that was reflecting the sun's golden rays.
I grabbed a hold of my glass brush and slammed it against my desk. I pointed the sharpened part of the broken brush to the mysterious blonde man and asked, "Who are you?! why are you in my room?!"