Sierra's POV
The moment I stepped foot into Aria's house, I became even more angry. I paced the room, from the double French doors overlooking the wrought-iron balcony to the canopied chair with thick velveteen drapes. I clenched my fist in anger as I walked angrily across the living room.
"Brat! Where the hell is she?" I blurted out.
I couldn't remember when I'd ever been so angry. I was already having lovely visions of being the king's queen and sitting by his side during every meeting, giving out orders and having every maid obey them without questions. But now all that seems unattainable because of these two bitches!
Did they think they could eradicate me? Run me out of the palace with a few lousy stunts? I smiled. They had another thing coming.
A few minutes had passed and Aria
