Dark thoughts swirled dangerously, yet Selaria merely glanced away.
And as if resolved, she pulled back both her arms before giving her itchy nose a long, brutal sniff.
"It's just... my sister."
Selaria shook her head, her fingers now fiddling with each other, with quivering lips.
"Lately, there's an economic crisis in the capital due to the Snows."
Selaria shook her head, purple hair swaying with strength.
"All inside news from the royal family." She mumbled out.
Father's orders of secrecy, but Selaria would choose to prioritise her feelings to vent. Always!
"But-but some of the restaurants panicked and raised the price because their supplies came late...."
The Third Princess threatened to cry again, as Mel's eyes narrowed; her finger trailing an irritating circle on the table.
She had a feeling she had forgotten something important.
But Selaria's tears came first.
So her arm fetched a fork from the middle plate, before shoving a fish piece right before Selaria's lips.
