Skyla's genuineness struck Naria, creating an unexpected connection between them. Skyla felt like an old friend to Naria, or perhaps a distant figure, someone whose longing remained enigmatic.
"She stands by my side. One ally down. Now, I must win over the crown prince," Naria declared in a resolute tone, her mind racing with myriad possibilities as she made her way back to her chambers.
"Princess..."
"Damn it!" Naria gritted her teeth, the voice that greeted her sounding excessively welcoming. "What does she want?" she whispered.
"Excuse me...?" Miraila's head tilted, her tone conveying surprise. "Are you speaking to me in such a manner, princess...?"
Sighing heavily, Naria spoke slowly, "I know what you're up to, lady..." Her sharp voice brimmed with tension. "But it won't work."