(Gwen pov)
If there was anything I disliked about this palace, it was the staircase. It was as long as it was curved with a glossy surface that shadowed your steps.
I guess when they built it, the spiralling shape was supposed to be the point of its beautification, but then in moments like this when I am hurrying to reach down with the amount of anger simmering through my blood, I felt nothing short of irritation towards the architect.
At the last landing, I literally hopped down, followed by Abigail who was at my heels right from the room. Thankfully, she wasn't trying to hold me back nor did she stop me.
"Good evening, your highness. Princess!" The butler rushed to open the dining hall doors for us, the guards standing there bowing their heads once we passed them.
I slow
