“I understand you,” I comforted Amara.
“Silly, how I just realized all of this when you came here. I saw the way you dress, and you broke the law and standards of society without thinking twice. You defended weaklings even if you are a complete cripple. I realized we became so cruel and greedy. Not everything should be put to standards. Being weak is really amazing; you got to realize who you really are. I was trained to act like this. I will be a Queen someday, and I should always show my authority all the time. I am sorry for being mean, and I was born, trained, and raised to be like this,” she said.
“I understand, Amara. No need to say sorry. You may be a b***h, but believe me, in the ordinary world, there are more b***h than you. Those hypocrites are rotting with their hypocrisy,”
