Amalia paced her room irritably, puffing and clenching her fists, she threw them back sharply and muttered something under her breath.

she stopped abruptly, crossing her arms over her chest, a piercing gaze touched your face, she sighed heavily, frowning even more, baring her teeth, she said pompously

"I'm fed up, it means my brother can marry the one he likes and I'm obligated to those who chose me, I'm bursting with anger! I'd rather take you as a wife than marry a pompous weed from another kingdom"