Zara was pouting as she strolled through the halls of the Imperial Palace. Despite her age, or perhaps because of it, the little girl was as brilliant as she was mischievous, and she enjoyed making use of her adorable facade to manipulate others into lavishing her with praise and affection.
However, there was one person whose attention she desired most of all, and that was her father's. Zara, like all of Berengar's children, knew that the man was the most powerful person in the world. Unfortunately, that also meant that her father was dreadfully busy all seven days of the week.
