all the years that Lesso knew you, she hated you. I couldn't stand it. Pathetic princess, kind dean of the school of goodness.

but why, fucking now, when this prince is dancing with you, does she want to rip his hands to hell? It was a ball where both schools were present, and of course she shouldn't care who you dance with..

but fuck, why the hell is this damn prince touching your waist? why is he looking at you like that? Lesso clenches her jaw, feeling the jealousy course through her veins, gripping the head of her cane tighter in her palm, glaring at the prince next to you on the other side of the hall.