Yvonne St. Claire sat in the room where she had her usual classes with her tutor.
The weather was now at its hottest degree and the little girl was having a tough time coping with the absence of an air cooling mechanism which she desperately wished for.
The heat was causing her to become grumpy and aggressive which even she failed to notice.
'Why has he not arrived yet?' She grumbled while tapping her fingers on her lap.
The little girl was unaware of the grand scheme of a certain god which had almost tied her fate to the very boy she dubbed troublesome and disliked.
She had no clue about how she had made a narrow escape thanks to her maid.
Since she was oblivious about the scheming minds of the gods up above, she was more focused on matters that she had control over.
It had been a week since her last conversation with her tutor who had promised to speak to the King concerning her proposal of 'Lockdown' in case of a plague.
