Making Plans
Ophelia was sobbing in her room yet again while she was gorging herself on ice-cream.
Candice, the poor maid, was helplessly trying to make herself part of the wallpaper, with only a little success.
The princess had killed off a total of three maids in the past couple of days, and everyone was walking on eggshells because of it.
They didn't know when her temper would suddenly flare and lash out, and the innocent maids that had been caught in the crossfire lost their lives for such a trivial matter.
Candice wanted to be anywhere but here, but the princess didn't allow her to leave, ferrying ice-cream from the kitchen to her rooms the moment the tub was done.
Ophelia was upset and furious at the same time.
How could her brother swoop in and steal her Alexander away from her?
She furiously bit on the spoon that was in her mouth, her eyes glaring at the ceiling.