#Chapter44
The Ambaram
/"Take it. Mother sent it for you./" The woman muttered bitterly and drops the bag over verandah with a thud when Valentina was about to grab it. Aggression hits the princess in tons at the direct show of disrespect. Her fists clenched at sides, trying to control the wave that treacherously sent trembles down her spine. She was furious but hid it well under the mask of blank expression.
/"Who are you?/" Valentina asked through gritted teeth, caressing the thrashing fury at bay. If there was something every being in the fort of Alvar feared, it was Valentina’s rage. She doesn’t get angry easily, it takes a lot to provoke such emotions out of her and when she gets mad, no one wants to be on the receiving end. Watching this disrespectful brat standing at Arnold’s threshold arrogantly as if she owns the place scratched the calm of her features. The blonde passed her a distasteful look, clearly not appreciating her question.
