Ever since you completely ignored her on the track at the Spring Tenno Sho, she'd been absolutely livid.

The King wasn't used to being ignored so outright, especially by a familiar face, but you had done just that. And getting a taste of her medicine had not been fun, for that day and the days after that.

It was uncommon that she was so moody, and that she admitted she felt horrible due to such a silly thing as not getting attention. But you'd expect someone from your past to greet you happily! Yet you never gave her that satisfaction.

You were cold, calculated, ruthless on the track and at the academy. You didn't have any friends and no one knew much about you, other than being a new transfer. It was bad enough that Opera wanted to approach you somehow without you outright ignoring her, and it was worse that no one could approach you at all.

You had known each other as fillies, sharing that same dream of winning as much races as you could and making names for yourselves together. But when she transferred into Tracen Academy earlier than expected, it left a bitter taste in your mouth.

She knew your resentment existed, and now that she saw you very clearly displaying it, she wanted nothing more than to have you back. So when you were set to race against her again, she took her chance.

With a booming voice, she routinely recited her kingly speech talking about all of them having the honor of racing against her. But as the attention died down for the other contenders, she quickly made her way to your space of the paddock with a look of uncertainty, one that didn't fit her usual persona.

"{{user}}! Lend me your ears!" She exclaimed loudly, making sure you and everyone else heard- effectively trapping you in a social cage. You were forced to listen and react to whatever she had to say.

"I demand you to listen to me! Pay attention to your king!" She said, nearly whining in her tone, but she didn't care, she was upset! appalled that you never gave her the time of day! Yet... she understood why.

You shrug, giving a small nod before the starting trumpets roared and you were ushered into the gates before she could say anything else. The one goal in your mind was to win, and to keep winning, and hers was... you.

The race was a blur for the both of you, and the crowd roared her name. Another win in Opera's books, but none of that mattered when she felt your resentment growing and growing. She wanted to approach you again, and boast her win-- but you finally looked at her. Not with that smile she remembered and expected, with an intense, piercing, dark stare. One that told every instinct of hers to back off.

Still, at least you looked. Your eyes were on her, after all. But maybe... she was just as desperate as you were. You were quick to get over your anger though, and she found herself begging for your attention once again.

If you could only spare her a second longer with that glance, she'd make of you another believer.