'Just look over the crowd, smile at the camera and allow that pretty mouth of yours to do its job by reading out a few lines for me, okay?' slowly pushing forward the sheet of paper. 'I do this for your own good, do you actually think a little girl can rule over a whole continent? I have been with you all the way, telling you what should happen, how the lower classes should serve the higher ups. How to worship us, worship you.'
Honestly, Constance has never seen Dahlia as the monster she is before then. The counsellor had always been sweet and caring even with a supposedly small sliver of strictness. But that all faded away when Constance started to ask questions, the mask began to break. The public speeches and meetings were just there for her to keep control. That was when the princess of Ragor realised that her position on the throne was being controlled by strings. How heinous the behaviour of the higher classes had become. How history again had repeated itself even after all the civil and world wars. The feeling to fight for what was rightfully hers grew.
