'Mortifying.'
That was how the first princess, Deandra Lunar de'LaCurt of the Lunar kingdom felt.
Inexplicably disgraceful and frustrating.
She clenched her fists, gritting her teeth, as she stumped away from the class during the latter half of the day, her red hair swaying behind her back. The day was over, and all official school activities had concluded.
Only a few hours ago, Deandra had been chosen as the class representative of her class and the outcome had left her with unsettled and mixed feelings.
Her beautiful face contorted into a menacing grimace.
'How dare she...!'
Deandra was on her way back after just returning from Wrenna Marlowe's office. She slammed the door behind her and stomped inside with her chest heaving.
The room interior of the second ranker was more exquisite in comparison to the lower ranks. It was immensely wide, featuring quality furnitures, and an extended room.
