"You flatter me. Your accent has improved by far more" said Kiara.
"All thanks to your persuasion, your highness"
*Knock*Knock*
The instructor reached the door and opened it to reveal a person in a green dress.
The revealed visage had Kiara's expression turn cold.
Gwendolyn - the third empress - looked aloof as always, with a fan over her mouth.
"Greetings" she said, looking about.
"Kiara, I-"
"You will address me as I am fit" Kiara cut her off.
The atmosphere froze.
Her glare was unhidden, and the disdain it cast caused Gwendolyn to pause.
'What in Merianda's name?!' she thought.
She had come here to coerce her and make sure she didn't interfere in the budding relationship she was forming with Ezra.
Given how cowardly and fearful Kiara was known to be, Gwendolyn felt that it would take but a few words.
But what was this?
It was impossible. It was inconceivable.
'This b#tch dares to-'
Rage compounded within her, but Kiara couldn't care less.
