"Good morning, Princess Desman,"
Her vision was blurred, and every inch of her body was engulfed in pain, especially in her upper back near her shoulder. Images flooded her mind, replaying the moments just before the bullet struck her.
Long blonde hair, sky-blue eyes, cherry-red lips, and radiant skin. Despite her pain, Taya rose. "Get that face away from me. Who gave you permission to enter my room? Who allowed you to set foot in my palace?"
Taya's breaths grew heavier as she tore the devices off her body in a fit of rage. The girl sitting calmly across from her watched Taya's hostile glare as if she were a mere criminal.
"Ask your husband. I'm here to inform you that your days in the palace are over, Taya Desman," said Meral as she stood up to leave the room. She paused, locking eyes with Taya, whose fury boiled over. How she loathed Meral.
"I will destroy every one of your schemes," Taya muttered.
