With everyone around her, Gloria ended her story. They all exchanged doubtful looks, as Freya had predicted, she had a whole world of surprises for them.
"So, that's why you hate weaklings so much? Because they made your life hell?"
"This is the tip of the iceberg, girl. I don't just hate the weak, I hate Pride, I hate your friends, I hate everyone. The only people that matter to me are my maids, and the people I love are my family."
Freya bit her lip.
"But if you care about your maids, why didn't you try to stop Eryl?"
The queen raised her eyebrows.
"I stopped caring when she betrayed me. I gave her my world, she chose to die for the world I hate, that's her problem."
"What? You...but you just..."
"Girl, your head is flying too far from the ground."
She stood up, patting the dust from her knees.
