Diana paced the room, her footsteps echoing frustration. "I knew it, Princess, that kid seemed wrong from the start. See, he was a total liar. Someone from a humble background can never be that conceited." She clenched her fists, emphasizing her point. "My intuition was right. Look at how he sat in front of our king. Even if he was a magic warrior, should he be this overbearing? Disrespectful swine. But for you, Princess, this is good. As soon as he gets away from your side, you can have a good life. That is what I am so happy about. I don't wish to see that arrogant smirk of his any longer."
Shira lay on her bed, silently turned away, her shoulders trembling with suppressed sobs. Tears flowed unstoppably, making her beautiful eyes red and puffy.
Tok tok (door tap) … "May I come in?" came a soft, alluring voice that made Shira sink more into her bed. She already knew who it was. She is not in the state to hear it again.
