Nerina's Pov
She sat gracefully on a chair, adorned in an emerald dress with a crown perched on her head. The moment I entered, she shot me a disdainful look, and I instantly recognized that she was aware of my dislike for her; in fact, I loathed her, and just the sight of her filled me with a sense of revulsion.
"What do you want?" I snapped, glaring at her. She merely smirked as she observed my reaction.
"I've heard you have quite the attitude, but I never realized it was this severe," she remarked, and I scoffed as we stood there, locked in a fierce stare.
"Are you going to engage in conversation, or are we just going to trade insults?" I challenged her, and she responded with a smirk at my words.
"I agree that we don't like each other, but we both desire the same thing, or rather, we want something," she stated, raising my eyebrows in confusion. I had no idea what she was referring to, and her words left me perplexed.
