IMELDA'S POV
"I thought you were never going to get out of bed. Look out you now, sneaking into the kitchen to eat something," Arla laughed, mocking me and my stomach grumbled, equally mocking me.
"I'm not hungry but my stomach wouldn't let me be if I do not feed it anything edible," I said, pushing the blame to my stomach.
"Doesn't change the fact that you're acting like a thief at the moment," Arla replied, still laughing and I scoffed.
A thief?
I was the future Queen so why would I have to act like a thief?
Arguing with her was pointless so I did the best thing any matured person would do. I simply ignored her.
One would ask me why I was being sneaky about entering the kitchen, after all, this was my home and I have so right to move as freely as I want.
But remembering Maya's retreating words as she got dragged away into hell by the Queen, I couldn't help but be cautious.
She sounded really serious about killing me and I didn't want to find out if she really would at the end.
I saw
