"What makes you so special? What do you have that I don't? Why can't he see that I am more worthy for the throne than you'll ever be?" She question me like I wasn't me, like I was one of her friends. Basically insulting me, in front of me. But I'm not complaining. Anything that would change our father's mind about his decision to make me the ruler of our kinghdom, I was up for.
I wish she would stop pacing, it bothers me. Maybe if I direct her to father on this topic, she'd stop insulting me and finally stand up to him. "Hey, Stella, why don't you tell him that? I mean, you seem to be pretty bothered, and its better that degrading me to my face. Seriously." I stated my opinion, not really caring what she had to say next. She was going to tell him because another minute of this would result in me giving her a high five. In the face. With a chair. She stopped talking, looked at me, then continued to pace around the room. "Really? I mean, I do think I'd make a much better ruler than you, but what would Baba say? Would he actually change his mind. Or-" she paused when I rose my hand up, signaling for her to shut up for once in her life. "Just go." I said wanting this conversation to be over. She took a deep breath, smiled, walked out of of the room.
"Finally some peace and quiet." I mumbled. "I can't believe my dad and Melissa made that loud mouth."
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