Night snack

That night, Theia couldn't sleep properly. Her mind was plagued by the faces of all the servants, mocking her openly. Her brows knit together as her thoughts spiraled, and her heart ached every time she crossed paths with a servant. She couldn't begin to imagine the kinds of things they whispered behind her back.

They used to bow for her, but now they only looked at her like she was a walking bag of money. She wished she had the power to control them the way her father once could.

Boom!

A crack of thunder echoed outside, pulling her from her restless sleep. The rain drummed steadily against the window. Half relieved, she realized she didn't have to suffer through another dream about her helplessness. Her heart gradually slowed, and she hugged her knees, seeking comfort.