Boartusk Heights October skies

The frustration only grew further in the impatient princess. Round and round they could go. Maybe just yelling at the maid would make her feel better. 

I don't believe you. She huffs with a callous roll of rosy eyes, girlish venom of her tongue, and puffs out her pale chest fur. Why don't you just take me? I order you to. I'm a princess, I should know the land we own.. 

Her nails dragged across the stone, rage exercised somewhere else. Kept her from lashing out with more than just her words. 

It wasn't fair.