The nymph guards were quick to protect their high maiden, they rushed forwards, blocking Estelle's path from her.
Estelle paused on her step, breathing heavily. Her hands were clenched into tight fists at her side, so tight that Estelle's fingernails pierced into her flesh, yet she hardly took notice of it.
Estelle had never felt so furious in her life, not even when her father had said she could not be with Jason which was the only time Estelle could remember she had not gotten her way.
This was nothing like the anger of the bratty and stubborn blazed princess, this was far greater.
The rage that surged through Estelle's veins rivalled the potency of the bone chilling terror she had felt on that night Fort Blazed had disappeared.
The air felt hot and scorching in her lungs as Estelle breathed in heavily, her chest rising and falling rapidly and she could not even spare a thought to calming herself down.
