It was exhilarating. For the first time in a while, Lyria felt like smiling. It was nice for a change, to see the proud king and nobles gaped at the sight of Lyria.
They were all anticipating seeing the Princess of Tollyria in a shameful manner. Perhaps with a torn dress and messy appearance. A state one usually encountered after being r***d.
They had wanted to see the Princess of Tollyria crumbled in front of their very eyes.
It was disgusting.
Lyria had thought that the demons were the worst. But that night, she saw that humans were more wretched. Filthy creatures hiding behind fancy clothes and status, thinking that the perfume they wore excessively would hide their stench.
“…there are still innocent Voltarians with pure hearts worth protecting,” the thief had said.
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