Aria's phone crashed against the marble floor with a violent crack, the sound echoing through the fancy room like a gunshot. Her perfectly painted fingers shook as she gripped her golden skirt, her face twisted with pure anger.
"Who the fuck is the pulse!" she screamed, her voice breaking with rage. The words burst from her throat like a war cry, bouncing off the pink crystal lights that threw rainbow colors across the room. "How the hell! How dare Xeari do this to me?! Because of that... That street rat!"
The princess's private room watched her breakdown—a beautiful space with rose-colored walls decorated with golden designs, soft white velvet cushions spread across smooth marble floors, and tall wooden bookshelves filled with leather books.
The huge flat screen TV on the wall showed the terrible news that had destroyed Aria's world, while the glass-front fridge hummed quietly in the corner, filled with fancy foods that now tasted like dirt in her mouth.
