Hildegard did not slow her steps.
She marched through the corridors like a storm wrapped in silk and fury, her cloak snapping behind her.
Every servant who caught sight of her instantly stepped aside.
Her face was too tight, too urgent, too dangerous for questions.
As she rounded a corner, she almost bumped right into none other than Cherry.
Cherry screwed her face up nastily the moment she set eyes on Hildegard.
"Well… well well." Cherry said with a nasty tone. "If it's isn't my sister's plaything."
Hildegard looked at Cherry with the most dangerous form of a hate.
"And if it isn't the girl who never got over her younger sister sitting on her throne." Hildegard snapped back in a sing sing sarcastic voice.
Cherry's face fell and Hildegard took delight in seeing that happen.
Cherry quickly hid back her emotions and pointed her stiletto nails at Hildegard.
