When Friday arrived, she was in a bad and agitated mood.
"Why do you look so agitated, Nexi?"
The elf asked her, neatly setting her clothes in her purple suitcase. Keya watched as the princess was too restless to sit still and paced back and forth. It was clear that the princess was troubled. Astoria dreaded today since she did not feel like going to the Kuba family, let alone staying with them for two nights, mainly when she was an amnesiac and vulnerable to people's deceptions.
"Keya," she said, "I don't think I should go. Do I have to? Can we not postpone it to next week or next month?"
"You have to go, princess. It is your royal duty."
She softly groaned at the elf's response.
'Royal duty, my ass.'
"Come on," the elf said, holding her hand, "Let's go."
She sighed and let the elf drag her to her father.
"My child," the king said, "you are looking so beautiful this morning."
