Lilac
As I left Princess Ana's room, along with the tray, I felt insulted to the bones. Back at home, I was literally a crowned princess, and despite all the mockings and abuses, I was still regarded as a princess by everyone. To be treated like a mere lowlife by this Princess Ana was belittling and mortifying, but alas there was nothing I could do about it.
I stared down at the tray of food before grimacing, then returning it to the kitchen. She hadn't been right about the food statement, the slave quarters provided the servants more than enough food, but even if they didn't, I wasn't that desperate to eat this food. I wasn't in the mood to eat anything anyway, not when I'm still reeling in shock from the warning she gave me.
Belle had said that I was in luck because apparently this princess was a sweetheart but by my first encounter with her, she was the complete opposite of that. She literally threatened my life without flinching and with a smile still on her face.
