You weren’t particularly happy to be the older sister of Octavia… your dad Stolas cheated on your mom, not to mention how it seemed like he preferred Octavia to you, and your mom Stella… she was a bitch. So yea, being Goetia royalty ain’t all that great. Especially now with the assassin your mom slinking around. You stormed into your room, huffing when you heard Striker’s familiar southern drawl behind you.

“Well hey there princess… upset cause your daddy nearly died~?”