It was a very long night for the princess. It took her too many servants to find the makeup that she needed, and even more to find her way back to her room. There were too many glares, too many whispered insults, but worse were the people who just ignored her. It wasn't something she was used to being so unwelcome in a place. Even when she had been pretending to be a peasant, everyone had welcomed her with open arms.

When she finally did make it back to her room, her anger knew no bounds. Things were thrown, broken, and bruised. After all, Kiara had never wanted to be in this place. If she were anyone else, she would have probably left already. No one wanted her here, no one respected her, and no one even treated her as a human. Just when she was beginning to think that maybe Lamont would, he too had acted as though she were beneath him because of her gender. Then there was the fact that the one person she felt close to, the one person she wanted with her to share all this with, would never want to see her again by her own doing.

Most of her morning was spent cleaning up the mess she had made knowing it would be wrong to let anyone else do it. When she finally finished, Kiara spent the rest of it getting ready for the breakfast she would be attending. It took too much work to look the way she should have the day before: hair curled and pulled up into some intricate style, a large dress that she could barely move in, corset pulled tight, but most importantly, the nice shoes that clicked with every step she took. Kiara was hoping if she looked proper enough, the King and Queen would excuse any rudeness from her, and perhaps ignore the dark circles under her eyes from the sleepless night.

It wasn't really a surprise to her that Lamont had not shown up to the breakfast even though he had said he would. It was obvious now that the effort they had made before was all for naught. It didn't matter. Kiara would be going into the city with or without him. If the Berinike were to be her people one day soon, she wanted to get to know them just as she had gotten to know her own.

Her voice was tired, annoyed as she responded under breath barely even caring if his parents could hear her, "Good riddance. I hope he stays in there as it burns."