Alas, she was trapped in a never ending puzzle, which she has to solve at any cost.
"The so-called Princess who couldn't manage her dress and walk straight is chosen to be our Majesty's wife. What a pity!"
Arthea's knuckles tightened hearing the sarcastic comment, she is on the verge of slashing that person in half. But the only problem is she has no idea who has done the comment.
'Who is this person? Why is she able to
"This is not your fucking little Kingdom, this is the Royal Castle of Beast and here you are supposed to adhere to rules. Don't make me repeat, Strip" the Witch commanded.
"Have you gone out of mind? Are you even hearing yourself?" screamed Arthea.
"Yes we are and unlike you mortals, we don't encounter bodily problems" taunted the Witch.
"Yes Yes, how can I forget, you might be the strongest creatures with no bodily disorders. But what a pity to have wrecked mental health problems" pitied Arthea.
