(Fuck… Can't these bastards be a bit more gentle?)
(Ouch! Oh my god… stop bumping me into every single piece of glass on the ground!)
'Cleo' kept her eyes closed and tried her best not to wince as her body was unceremoniously dragged across the floor.
Whoever was pulling her was clearly not interested in her well being because they kept slamming her body against the sides of the glass containers.
The fake princess furrowed her brows slightly and made a silent promise in her heart to kill these lunatics as soon as possible.
She could hear her brother and the mysterious woman talking amongst themselves as they carried her off to an unknown location.
"Mother… isn't this a bit dangerous? She is under the protection of Duke Peterlor… I don't want to become his enemy…" Prince Luke nervously spoke.
He glanced at his mother who was dragging his little sister on the ground behind her with an expressionless mask on her face.
