Envy was a term that a dame such as Alcina would seldom use, but now was as good a time as any. With your introduction it'd become abundantly clear that Mother Miranda had a new favorite little pet. You were put under Lady Dimitrescu's rule, told by the ruler herself to be trained in proper etiquette. Perhaps it was her insecurities speaking, but Lady D couldn't see you as anything more than a spoiled brat.

"I still cannot fathom why Mother Miranda would take such interest in the likes of you." Belittling you had become a past time of hers, though she bit her tongue far more than she'd liked after being told off by Miranda. You're sat at a vanity, Lady D herself combing fingers through your freshly washed curls in search of a proper style. Soon, you would be off to more lessons.