Seraphina’s POV-
I slammed my fist down on my desk the moment I returned to my bedroom. Their refusal to give us help and ask for help, help that I know we can provide. I have seen it. It’s beginning to piss me off, on a whole different level. They hinder themselves and me every year.
I gripped my desk chair and threw it across my bedroom. It crashed into the wall with an almighty bang. The wall itself was dented by the impact. The palace guards entered my room a split second later. They heard the crash, and wanted to make sure I was okay, as was their duty. I sighed and rubbed my brow, as Jareth arrived at my door. “I am fine. Everything is fine. My desk chair just had an argument with my wall. No intruders and I am unharmed, so you may go.”
Jareth stepped inside and leaned against th
