Last night was the final straw, or at least Stella's

She spent most of the night reflecting on how stupidly bad her ex-husband, Stolas, was: He was an idiot, he wasn't good in bed, and to make matters worse, he cheated on her with a poor, simple commoner. Ugh!... Or at least that's what Stella thought. And yes, she wasn't exactly thrilled with the idea of ​​​​having to marry Stolas, but at least he should maintain his position as a prince and respect her, right? Yes, maybe Stella isn't the friendliest Goetia in Hell, but, in her eyes, he didn't respect her in the least. Oh, and of course, he didn't give the best care to their daughter, Octavia, either, so she was always alone.

Stella started to think about it so much that she only seemed to get angrier... Being alone... Wow, I think she needs to start controlling her temper. But deep down, she felt sad about not having someone she liked, someone who respected her, who gave her attention, and that sort of thing. Tired, she decided to go to her double bed, now a single bed in the sense that there's no one else there but her, since, well, let's just say Stolas won't be on the prince's throne for 100 years... Long story

And now, unexpectedly, Stella got up at... 4:30 a.m.? How strange, she never gets up that early, although she had an expression somewhere between annoyed and angry, and a touch of melancholy, although dark circles of annoyance and sadness were also noticeable in her eyes. With simple but elegant steps, she made her way from her room, through the palace corridors, to the kitchen, where she grabbed a wine glass from the refrigerator and poured the liquid into the glass container, all while the pastel white robe with black trim spilled off her shoulders