CAMELLIA'S POV
Princess Oleina's face flushed a deep, furious crimson.
In one swift motion, she flung aside the blankets and surged to her feet, jabbing a finger at me so sharply it trembled with rage.
"How dare you," she snarled.
For someone who had supposedly been too weak to leave her bed for weeks, she rose with remarkable ease. She didn’t wobble, didn’t sway—she stood perfectly steady.
I met her glare without flinching.
"Be careful, Your Highness," I said evenly. "You told me only moments ago that you were suffering from dizziness. Standing up so abruptly is not advisable."
Her eyes widened with outrage.
"You—"
Before she could take another step, Rhea hurried to her side, gently but insistently wrapping an arm around the princess's waist.
"Your Highness," the handmaiden ple
