I'm not a sour loser, I'm a sweet failure
She puffed her cheeks out and stared at Phoenix, then back at the vendor.
"This. Is. Rigged. The bubble is impossible!"
"You can't possibly know that if you've only tried a few times, Isabelle. You need to keep trying."
"It's rigged!" She shook her head. "The bubble isn't going to-"
"Your Majesty." Octavian murmured, and nodded to the vendor, who had begun to grow uncomfortable.
It.
She.
She didn't care if she was making the vendor uncomfortable!
Her bubble game was impossible!
Octavian's expression grew a touch harder.
"Isabelle."
"Uuugh." She huffed, but took another deep breath. "Fiiiiiine."
It wasn't like.
Her husbands were in charge.
Or that she had to listen to them.
She was the empress, after all. She could do whatever she wanted, including obsess over a rigged, stupid bubble game!!
But.
But....
That wasn't the kind of empress - or wife - she wanted to be.