Princess Cruel Fate
The guards continued to press forward, their firm hands gripping Naria's arms as they tried to force her to move. Her body tensed, muscles straining against their relentless hold. She planted her feet firmly, refusing to be dragged any further.
"Why are you doing this? I haven't done anything!" Naria pleaded, her voice tinged with desperation.
Her eyes were begging for understanding, searching for a glimmer of compassion amidst the sea of accusing faces. But all she found was a cold resolve in Miraila's eyes.
Miraila's voice dripped with malice as she snapped back, "Enough with your lies! We have the evidence against you. Accept your fate, thief!"
A wave of frustration surged through Naria, fueled by a growing sense of injustice. "I am not a thief! You're making a mistake!" she protested vehemently, her voice quivering with a mixture of anger and fear.