Amanda's POV
"You insolent fool!" I shouted, my voice echoing through the room, sharp with anger. My patience had worn thin as I glared at the foolish servant, who fumbled nervously, taking far too long to bring me my breakfast. Each second felt like an eternity, and my frustration bubbled over, filling the space between us. The clinking of dishes in her trembling hands only fueled my irritation, as the hunger gnawed at me with every passing moment.