IMELDA'S POV

"I thought you were never going to get out of bed. Look out you now, sneaking into the kitchen to eat something," Arla laughed, mocking me and my stomach grumbled, equally mocking me.

"I'm not hungry but my stomach wouldn't let me be if I do not feed it anything edible," I said, pushing the blame to my stomach.

"Doesn't change the fact that you're acting like a thief at the moment," Arla replied, still laughing and I scoffed.

A thief?

I was the future Queen so why would I have to act like a thief?

Arguing with her was pointless so I did the best thing any...