"You must stop doing that." The Northern Princess crossed her arms, watching Morgan struggle for breath while attempting to hoist an ancient armchair. "People might think you are rabid!"
"I don't care what people think!" Morgan snapped back, using all her core strength to move the chair, but to no avail.
"Clearly." Elene stepped over a broken vase. "Everything in this room is a part of the northern history, by the way. These things could literally be in museums, you know."
Morgan paused, blowing a stubborn red curl off her forehead. "Looks like old junk to me!"
"That vase alone would go for millions at an auction," Elene hummed, watching the girl let go of the chair. "Temperamental, aren't we?"
"At least I finally got your attention." Morgan stretched her back and took a seat, trying
