The moment the outer chamber door swung open, and Lumina stepped right inside a heavy porcelain vase hurtled toward her head.
"I want to see my husband! He belongs to me too, not just hers!" Breilla's voice echoed as the vase shattered against the marble floor inches from Lumina's feet, shards exploding outward like brittle stars. Stella gasped, hand flying to her mouth.
"My lady, are you okay?" she asked checking Lumina to see if there was any wound.
Before Lumina could answer, Briella stormed forward, skirts whipping around her legs like storm clouds.
Her face was flushed crimson, eyes wild with fury and entitlement. She halted so close that Lumina could smell the rosewater perfume clinging to her cloying, over-applied, the scent of someone desperate to be noticed.
"Hey, you!" Briella spat, jabbing a manicured finger toward Lumina's chest. "I am also from royalty! I am higher than you! Who do you think you are to do as you wish?"
