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The loud crash of plates, tables, and vases echoed through the halls. It was coming from the queen's chambers. Rosalind, standing downstairs, smiled with satisfaction. She was proud of herself for pushing Queen Fortuna to this point. She didn't care how her sister tried to twist it and make it look like she had done something wrong. Rosalind felt no guilt. She believed the queen deserved everything that was happening.
Upstairs, it was a different story. Fortuna was in a rage. Today had been her worst day. Not just one person had turned against her but two. Both Karl and Rosa had pushed her aside. They chose Katrina over her.
Fuming, Fortuna grabbed another vase and smashed it against the wall. The sharp sound filled the room, but it did nothing to quiet the fire in her chest. Her heart was burning, and she wanted someone else to feel the pain she felt.
