Ketura and I finally arrives at the palace, after so many bickering about what and what not to bring. Heavens know that I am only tolerating this being for the sake of not being caught unaware, just to be updated on whatever she and grandmother have on her sleeve.

But why would anyone in the universe bring her entire clothes for a three-day activity outside her home??

“You are so despicable Hermione, and I am only tolerating you because of your friendship with Prince Ares and Princess Athena...” Ketura hollers abruptly, dragging her bags of clothes ahead.

“Tsk. The feeling is mutual.” I mutter, walking comfortably behind her with a...