“Being cooped up like this messes with your head.”
Coming from Hwayeong, who arguably looked the most unhinged of them all lately, it was ironic—but Sohwa simply nodded, understanding what she meant.
Even if they’d been raised gently as noble daughters, they were still young women in the prime of their youth—each one a stranger to the others, with different upbringings and clashing personalities.
And yet here they were, thrown together into this stifling place without even the time to grow familiar.
On top of that, they were burdened with one task after another, pressured from all sides.
Whether from loneliness or sheer stress, it was no wonder they were slowly starting to lose their minds.
“I suppose that’s true....”
“This is exactly why things like selection trials should be banned.”
Which, of course, was Hwayeong-speak for ‘let me out already.’ Sohwa shot her a sharp look.
“Please stop with the nonsense and try to focus, Milady.”
