"Princess Ira! What is wrong with you? How could you leave!"
Ira's heart ached as her maids continued their tirade, their words like daggers. The frustration was unbearable, but what truly grated on her was her own powerlessness. She had to maintain her composure, even in the face of such provocation.
Because what if someone from the event angered her? She can't just tell them off.
"Yes, I know. Today is important, and I'll be on my best behaviour for Iskandria."
As the maids finished ranting and dressing her, Ira was ready to leave for the main event before her most trusted maid, Arabella, stopped her.
"Princess."
"Arabella."
Arabella and Ira's relationship was a tempestuous one. Arabella would unleash her fury in long, impassioned rants, while Ira was forced to endure. It only served to stoke the fires of her own anger.
Arabella grabbed Ira's hand and said, "Don't mess this up."
Ira took her hands away and rolled her eyes.
"I know what I'm doing, so stop pestering me." Ira's words were laced with defiance as she pulled her hands away and rolled her eyes, a silent protest against Arabella's interference.