Chapter 11. If Fighting Would Pay

Riyadh left the room immediately after breakfast was over and stormed to her room. It wasn’t as if she had a friend she could chit-chat with for the rest of the day, so she had no business staying behind and getting ridiculed. A glance at her father had told her he wasn’t ready to sympathize with her. What a traitor! She hissed as she picked the pace.

The servants ignored her and stitched themselves to the walls as she passed – seeing the fury in her eyes and having heard of her exchange of words with Kristain from the servants who had waited on them at the meal – so she couldn’t pass her aggression on them and say they were disturbing her. They had all decided and made a plan among themselves to avoid her as much as they could till she left with her father so they wouldn’t get harassed by her unbridled tongue.

She sighed as she slumped into her bed, yanking her hair in frustration. When she thought she had had the worst of the holiday, something new always came up to sh