Tamina paraded in her chamber, one hand on her arched back, rambling on.She looked like she was going crazy.
"I said I wanted pork soup! I don't need fish; I will feel like throwing up! She said, throwing her hands in the air.
Her long red hair slapped across her shoulders as she paced to and fro. Her pregnancy was now six months; she felt she didn't need any stress.
But her mood swings were difficult to cope with; even her maids were having a hard time.
"My lady, but you said fish soup the first time…
"No! I said pork after that, or are you deaf now?! She cursed out, drawing a hiss under her breath.
She grabbed an apple in a fruit basket, then sank her teeth into the juicy apple, taking a bite. She munched on it angrily before dropping it on the table. She then picked up a half-peel
