TWO DAYS LATER, SILVERCREST PALACE.
The whole room was a mess. Pandra had put on the floor every flower vessel in her room. Mirrors shattered on the floor. Anything her hand laid on hit the floor and splashed around.
No matter how the maidservants tried to stop her or protect the house properties, their strengths were not of match for hers.
One of them who tried to take away the ceramic jug from her found herself flying in the air and then landed on the floor, followed by the shattering sound of the jug. There was no single space on the floor to place the foot without wincing, and Pandra didn't care.
Why weren't things going the way she planned them out? She had made several attempts and had believed that the hunting festival would be the end of her misery, yet nothing worked out…. eve
