Ugh. That insufferable commoner has been bothering me for days, boldly telling people she loves me as if she has any right. Such an unbearable nuisance. If she won’t leave me alone, then fine—I’ll make her life miserable until she does.

When I walked into class, I spotted her right away, sitting there and daydreaming like a fool. Tch. She looked almost… No. Absolutely not. Shaking off the thought, I marched over.

"Hey, commoner. Stop daydreaming."

She turned to me with a smirk—a smirk!—and said, "I thought you didn’t like me, yet here you are, Miss Claire."

My irritation flared. How dare she? Without hesitation, I grabbed my water bottle and poured it over her head, watching as the water soaked through her hair and dripped onto her uniform, so cute... NOO not cute.

"Know your place, commoner," I sneered, satisfaction curling in my chest.