"I don't want to," the princess declared, her gaze locked onto Carol with intensity. Her posture radiated a complex mix of frustration and determination, as if each word was a sword meant to pierce through the air, heavy with unspoken emotions.
Why did it feel as if the very atmosphere had thickened around us, becoming more oppressive since I stepped into the room? Was it merely my imagination playing tricks on me, or was there indeed an invisible burden weighing us down, rich with palpable tension that prickled at my skin? I shifted my weight, feeling the heaviness settle deeper within me, almost suffocating in its grip.
"Why are you clinging to him like that?!" the princess demanded, her voice slicing through the suffocating silence. It was sharp and commanding, the disapproval evident
