The sound of breaking things filled the air. Electra's rage-filled voice echoed in the courtyard. She screamed at no one in particular.
Her grandmother watched from the side, her face giving nothing away. The woman was no less furious. The traces of blood on her dress were evidence of the crimes committed towards her beloved girl.
Even the air had a heavy scent of fresh blood. Her granddaughter meant the world to her. Since she was a little girl, she was taken care of and protected from the world.
Iris shielded Electra so much to the extent she grew a superiority complex. She was never allowed to play with other children because they were 'inferior' to her.
Her friends were especially picked from a young age and grew alongside the princess. No matter what she asked for, she was granted without a hitch.
