Felicia stood with arms crossed, back straight, her expression a model of royal poise, except for the faint irritation in her eyes as she glared down at Mimi.
Mimi knelt on the floor, both hands resting on her lap, tail drooping low, ears pinned back. She kept her gaze glued to the polished tile, clearly avoiding her older sister's stern eyes.
"Mimi, you are a princess. A princess does not travel alone, especially not without at least two escorts!"
Felicia's voice was sharp, but carried the practiced grace of someone used to commanding a room.
"And what were you thinking, leaving without the proper travel documents? Without even informing Father or Mother? Tell me, just what are we supposed to do with you?"
Felicia's voice, usually calm and elegant, now trembled with controlled anger. Her arms tightened over her chest, making her royal bearing all the more striking.
