"My Lady, I don't understand, why would Ophelia do something like that? Why would she go and report you to the king? I can't believe that. She did say she was worried about you, about you meeting a man who is not the king, but I personally told her that it's alright because you are not doing anything wrong. I can't believe she still went to the king about the matter." Dera seems so flustered about the news.
"Well she did. And I'm certain you will all do the same thing too. Just leave me, I don't want to talk to anyone of you."
"My Lady, we will never do—"
"It's an order, get out of my room now!" Have I ever given them a serious order. I don't think I ever have. But I'm doing it now, and I feel like shit, but I don't feel sorry because I'm just too pained to feel sorry.
They look hurt, but I don't care. I don't want to care. Quickly, they all scurry out of the room leaving me to myself. Leaving me to my anger and hurt. I'm so ridiculous.
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