“I need you to tell me everything that you know about what the hell is happening.” Rosamund demanded, seating herself across from Marcus and Hygeia. Hygeia was fidgeting while Marcus awkwardly began to steal his gaze. He was not directly looking at her and Rosamund felt anger burning in her. All her life, no decision was hers. Since she was declared as a divine-less being, suddenly the position she held as the first princess and the most precious being in the whole kingdom of Marigold. Not that she enjoyed being the center of attention wherever she went, but it felt nice to be appreciated for her skills and simply her, Rosamund Marigold. She would roam around freely, interacting with girls her age, play with them and engage in political issues even though she was so young and fragile. Her
