Alejandro
One day. I have been in the presence of that woman for less than twenty-four hours and I am already on edge. Everything about her is snarl and bite, and scratch, like a damn wild cat that could never be tamed. Or be reasoned with. I hate how high she keeps her head at all times and I hate the negligent way she’s looking at everything and everyone, like she owns us, like she knows something we don’t, something written in that ancient barbaric language of hers that nobody else has access to. I guess that’s one of the reasons I told everyone to ignore her when they want earlier today. I was pissed and feeling petty, which is a new low, even for me. I should feel guilty, but I definitely don’t. The ice princess deserves to be put in place.
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