“Can you please take that thing out of my sight?” My eyebrows were twitching in annoyance while my breath started to become rapid. The only sound surrounding the whole place is the sound of cluttering cutlers while my maids remained feigned in fear.

It’s been two days since I locked myself in my room. How can I not? After what had happened?

I threw another glance at the poor maids on the floor peeking up the specks of my food.

Tss! I can’t believe men are drooling over the freaking women! What do they even see in her, enough that they’re even fighting over her for a fucking muse position...