Dracaena's POV
Tsk! What Prince Henry and Princess Ophelia? I don't give a damn about their Royal post. In either world, they are beneath me and have no right to point fingers at me. They look good standing before me. This is- what should I call it? Mm... Yeah! Refreshing.
"Prince Henry, I don't think you are the kind of person who would miss his etiquette class. Right?" I pointed my chin towards Ava. Poor thing! She was kneeling before me.
"Dracaena! Don't go too far. Prince Henry is your blood-related uncle. He could never kneel in front of you like your lowly servant. He is Royalty." Hah! This Ophelia is not to be underestimated. She gives a dark vibe. My gut feeling told me to stay vigilant in her presence.
"Watch your tongue, Lady Ophelia. I haven't given you the right to call me- the Queen- by my name. Address me with the honourable title." I calmly met Ophelia's aquamarine eyes. Her eyes turned red- perhaps because a young girl had humiliated her.
