Emily’s POV.
The sound of the cups dropping on the floor sent shock thrills to my body. My eyes watched every piece of the cup chatter on the ground. Snarling angrily at the fall of the cup, I snarled and turned, heading back to my bed from the dining room.
My hands were still shaking from the sudden fall of the cup. Ignoring the cup and whatever pertains to it, I crawled into the bed and the maid looked at me, devastated by my action.
“My lady!” She said in her tiny voice and watched me from the dining room to my bed.
“Clean it!” I howled at her and turned away from her face, looking at the windows. The air was still quite cold and the evening was close. I watched the outside from the room and the outside started becoming dark.
“I hate it!” I snorted and watched the girl cleaning.
