
The curtains of her chambers swung open as Clarissa stormed in, her heart pounding with a furious rhythm, her eyes red and swollen from tears that had yet to dry. Her fists were clenched so tightly that her knuckles turned white. She scanned the room with a wild gaze, her breath hitching when it landed on the one person responsible for the storm raging within her
"Who...who is there?" Estelle stuttered, her hands fumbling on the bed as she tried to find her staff. Fear gripped her voice.
"You!" Clarissa shouted her voice pierced the silence, raw and full of venom. She advanced towards Estelle, who was struggling to rise, her movements unsteady and hesitant, like a deer caught in a hunter's sights.
"Lady Clarissa? ...is that you? Please help me with my staff," Estelle asked, confused and desperate. Her clumsy attempts only fueled Clarissa’s rage. Without warning, Clarissa slapped Estelle hard, making her stumble.
"My lady!" Estelle cried, holding her face as tears welled up.
"You w***e! How dare you touch what belongs to me!" Clarissa screamed, her voice shaking with anger as she slapped Estelle again and again. Estelle collapsed in tears, raising her hands to protect herself. Clarissa grabbed her hair, forcing her to look up.
"Speak! Say something!" Clarissa demanded. her voice cracking under the weight of her emotions
"My lady, I would never touch what’s yours. I am only but a slave" Estelle sobbed.
"Really? Well, I would have to say you're one ambitious slave" Clarissa spat.
"I treated you well, and you stab me in the back? You dare to look at King Arauna?" She yanked Estelle’s hair harder.
"Though, how could you? You’re blind. Still, you managed to seduce the king!" she shrieked, pulling Estelle up by her hair only to strike her across the face once more. Estelle's cries grew louder, her hands clutching at her hair, shaking her head in frantic denial.
Just then, the curtains flew open again, and the regal figure of the Queen Mother entered, her presence instantly commanding the room.
Clarissa’s rage interrupted.
"What is this, Lady Clarissa?" the Queen Mother asked coldly. Clarissa’s anger faded, and she lowered her gaze.
"Your Majesty," she greeted quietly, still gripping Estelle. as if the action alone could justify her behavior.
"You don’t seem yourself today," the Queen Mother observed, her gaze sharp.
"Your Highness, please forgive me. I am merely showing this slave her place," Clarissa replied, though her voice lacked the earlier fire, now tinged with uncertainty.
"You tend to forget that this is my palace, and you are no different from this slave. In fact, you are pulling the hair of your future queen," the Queen Mother declared, her tone laced with both authority and warning.
"Pardon?" Clarissa released Estelle’s hair in shock.
"This slave lured the king—my husband-to-be—and I, the future queen, demand her head!" Clarissa said, desperate now. The Queen Mother only chuckled.
"My dear, you are only right about one thing: this slave laying with the king. But as per our tradition, a man is to marry any woman he defiles. So, dear, this slave will be your queen," the Queen Mother narrated, her voice carrying the weight of finality
"What?" both Estelle and Clarissa gasped.
"The king would never allow this!" Clarissa protested weakly.
"Well, I have the final say in this kingdom, so the king's words matter not. Take the slave and prepare her for her wedding!" the Queen Mother ordered, her voice brooking no argument. Her escorts moved forward, seizing Estelle and leading her away, leaving Clarissa standing there, her world shattered in an instant.
Do you believe in magic, it's a question most people who say no to
That is estelle an unfortunate slave born in the times of the medievals. Lived a sad pathetic life and there is Amaris the daughter of a billionaire born in the twenty first century, what happens when these two extremely different world meet. This meeting could only grantee a huge turn in estelle life one that would leave everyone bewildered.

