Itchiness filled her chest and subconsciously Arabella had went and scratched the itchy surface of her chest. She noticed only after a while of staring at the Princess from the neighboring kingdom how Malvo had been intently staring at her. Not that it was malicious but studious. She didn't feel comfortable having her expression being read out by him and cleared her throat as if she hadn't noticed anything.
"That sounds good for him..." so many princesses, "He will be married to a pretty princess."
"I don't think you would fall pale in comparison to them," said Malvo with a smile and though that sounded like a humble thing to say, Arabella knows the truth.
She isn't any princess. She could see her own reflection on the window and then the princesses that had walked out of their golden ornate carriage. They're dresses sparkly and made from the silkiest fabric. How could she ever compare to them?
