Athalia let out a loud sigh, throwing herself back on the bed.
It had been almost two hours—so she felt—that the prince left her locked up in his room. It felt worst than a prison sentence.
She whined, pushing herself up from the bed, to stand on her feet. She threw herself back unto for the umpteenth time.
Her level of boredom was beyond critical.
Getting up again, she sneeringly padded to the large mirror, staring at her slightly messy hair. She touched a long strand of her hair, still glancing at her reflection. She had dropped and thrown herself unto the bed so many times out of boredom, the pins and needles in her hair started to loose.
She stretched up her hand, attempting to rearrange her hair.
The door pushed open—Judith walked in.
With her head bowed and a trolley in front
