She had thought herself alone in this wretched hive, but she had been mistaken.
There, right there, swath of golden pigtails, distinct vivacious step, and though she couldn’t tell from this distance, but certainly this fine figure had eyes that reflected the endless blue of the sky. There, right there, was her precious, her dearest. Maribelle’s chest felt as though it could rupture solely from joy.
Then she realized that her precious was stuck in this disgusting, dangerous place with her. Stuck with no way to get out.
How long had she been here for? Was she injured? Disfigured? Good lord, what if this city had severely harmed her?! It didn’t take long for happiness to wilt and for rage to bloom in its place. With heavy steps possessed with anger born from worry, she stormed up to the princess.
“LISSAAAAAA!!” she yelled, contorting her parasol to the point of near breakage. “What in the names of the gods are you doing here?! Do you have any idea how horrendously awful this place is?” She asked despite being transported here against her will herself. The likelihood that Lissa had arrived the same way was high, but the noblewoman was too fraught with emotions to think logically.