Lisbeth was seething.
"How dare he? A meager, insignificant werewolf dared to tell me off in the most humiliating way!"
She stormed down the hallway, her steps echoing off the stone walls.
In a fit of rage, she threw her hat to the floor, and the servants scrambled to pick it up. She ripped off her gloves, flinging them aside, and they quickly gathered those too.
Finally, she shrugged off her cloak, tossing it into the growing pile of discarded garments.
"Is that how you want to play? Let's see how long you can keep it up," she muttered through clenched teeth as she entered her chamber, her determination intensifying with each step.
"I swear," she vowed, her eyes narrowing with a mixture of anger and resolve, "once you fall in love with me, you will be my slave."
***
"What did His Majesty come here for the other day?" Lumi asked, as clueless as ever.
