Zara could be said to have minor princess syndrome. Everything about her, around her, should always show that she was a princess and a loved one on top of that.
Maybe it was something that her parents first instilled in her and then the surrounding servants solidified it.
There wasn't a day when she was treated poorly. The level of serving was top-notch, and she had always loved it.
The fact that everyone spoiled her rotten, she knew it and above all loved it so much.
The thought of dying and leaving all the pampering behind made her heart ache a lot. She didn't want to leave everything behind. She wouldn't take it.
Even if she were to survive and continue to live, there was no way she would give it all up. She would take both of the worlds. Who said that one can't have everything that he or she wants?
The bedroom that had been picked for her, Zara from the second she was carried inside, could tell that it was decorated to her tastes.
