The tea warmed her throat as she swallowed her fourth cup down. Her insides felt warm already; however, despite that, she felt the urge to drink another cup.
"Maid, bring me a new one," her rigid, cold voice echoed in the overly designed chamber as the maid rushed out without a word.
'Such imbeciles,' she stood from her royal bed and looked in the mirror. She had some kind of a strange heart-shaped object in her hair, which she instantly ripped out.
'I told that wench to stop touching me in my dreams,' she hadn't noticed before since she had woken up recently. Her violet hair reached down to the ground as it fell behind her fragile legs. She wore a pure white pajama which highlighted her body and violet eyes. She seemed evil even in her reflection, a cold princess.
Her room had a blood-red ceiling and tiles on the ground. The walls were simply black, aligned with golden and red linen, and some horrific paintings of scary, dark houses.
