Betty POV
These extra voices in my head were annoying, I had to block them out, so I could think. The arguments over what they think is better, and all I did was think of something, and it brought up a debate, a thought, and that was it. I did not even ask for their opinion, but I got it anyway. Is this how a person goes crazy, all this bickering in my head?
Against my will, we head downstairs and to the throne room, to greet the new arrivals. How rude to be here so early. My stomach grumbles out loud, telling everyone that even my stomach does not appreciate not being filled before greeting the guests. NO. No guests. Guests are someone you invite to your home. These are definitely guests, in my point of view.
Enzo, hearing my stomach, diverts us to the dining hall. It is full of people
