Amelia
It’s infuriating to intellectually understand I’m just a pet and yet feel so sickened by the idea of Prince Owen with someone else. Struggling to slow my breath, I leave my room again, hoping that fresh air will help.
The air in this palace feels too damn stagnant.
The moment I’m outside, the fresh air instantly soothes me. It takes several steps for my heartbeat to finally slow, but the stifling feeling gradually fades as I splay my toes in the grass and let the sun warm my skin. The warm breeze feels like the influx of oxygen my body needed.
I wander around the gardens, making sure to stay closer to the palace this time. Even if the prince granted me permission to roam the grounds, I’d like to be close enough to run for help if I encounter Violet again.
Instead of Violet
