Chapter Ninety four - Purple

~.FARAH.~

The grand doors swung open, and she made her entrance. White hair cascaded gracefully down her shoulders, and her piercing blue eyes sparkled with an air of regality. By her side, her guard and maid accompanied her, and all of them bowed their heads in respect.

"Greetings, Your Highness," they spoke in unison.

I found myself staring at them, taking in their deference. With a nod, I granted them permission to rise.

"Your Highness, I deeply apologize for not being prepared for your visit. I never received any prior notice, or I would have made suitable arrangements," she expressed sincerely.

My initial response was a scoff. "Am I not allowed to come here?" I challenged, feeling a hint of irritation.

She quickly shook her head, her tone apologetic. "Your Highness, that's not what I meant. I only meant that we could have made proper preparations had we known in advance."

My frustration grew, and I clenched my fists. The way she addressed me as 'Your Highness' seemed almost mocki