Defiant Resolve
Skyla's voice reached Naria's ears, filled with concern. "Are you truly alright?" she whispered.
Naria forced a smile, knowing deep down that she was far from okay. "I'll manage," she replied, her voice tinged with a hint of weariness.
Surveying the garden once more, Naria made a decision. "I should let it go," she murmured to herself, determined to rise above the cruelty she had just experienced. With a resolute expression, she turned and walked away, escorted by two knights trailing behind her.
The encounter had wounded her pride. Naria had hoped for peace, but it seemed that someone was always ready to undermine her. It was a constant battle, and the weight of it all bore heavily upon her shoulders.
A guard met her gaze, breaking her train of thought. "Oh, it's the princess," he remarked, his voice lacking warmth.
Startled, Naria asked, "Is there something I can assist you with?"