The indignation radiating from Princess Monica was a palpable force.
It was a testament to a pride that had never before been so directly and so publicly challenged.
She couldn't bear it. The very idea that someone anyone would dare to call her weak was unthinkable to her.
Adam however simply smiled. It was a lazy almost bored smile. He leaned back in his chair in the front row. He laced his hands behind his head in a gesture of utter relaxation.
He looked at the seething princess. His eyes were filled not with malice or anger but with a condescending almost clinical amusement. He found her anger very entertaining.
"Has no one ever told you the truth before?" he asked. His voice was calm and conversational like they were just having a friendly chat. Yet each word was a carefully aimed dart at her inflated ego her immense pride.
