But why, why did it hurt so much?--Kalia couldn't help but put her palm against her left chest, feeling that she might lose something from it. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

What was it? Kalia didn't understand, but the pain in her heart was even greater than the feeling she felt when her titular mother, King Terenus's first queen, died.

"Are you really alright, Kalia? Let the doctor take a look, or let Archbishop Alonsos check it on you!" Arthas nervously suggested.

The doctors in the palace of Lordaeron were naturally very skilled, and Archbishop Alonthos Fao was the most brilliant and respected priest in mankind, neither of which was of course omnipotent, otherwise the two queens of King Terenas would not have died young.

"No need!" Kalia clutched her chest, shook her head, and muttered, "That's enough." Arthas, I'm tired, go back first, you guys, you ......"

Kalia wanted to say "I wish you happiness", but she couldn't get the final words out of her words, and finally she gave up, and she turned and fled from her brother Arthas without even looking at him.

"Be careful, Calia!" Arthas saw the stumbling steps of Calia as she left, and his heart was full of worry - his sister was really wrong today, what should he do? Do you want to tell her father about this, but Kalia didn't seem to want to go to the doctor......

Kalia stumbled out of Arthas's bedroom, trotting like her own bedroom across an open-air balcony, and along the way, busy attendants and maids saw Her Royal Highness galloping towards her, and they stopped what they were doing and saluted Her Highness.

Kalia ignored the servants - if it were a normal day, the polite Kalia would have nodded to them in return, but at this point, Kalia just wanted to run back to her bedroom, shut herself up and cry for a good time, and at the same time, she didn't want them to see the tears that flowed uncontrollably from her face.

"Her Royal Highness Princess Kalia, refreshments are ready, you ......" Just as Kalia was about to approach her bedroom, a maid went up to the balcony from the staircase around the corner, and after seeing Her Royal Highness, she hurriedly asked her.

Afternoon tea...... Kalia stopped at the door of her bedroom and paused herself to pull the doorknob.

Knowing that her father had returned to the palace, Kalia ran to see her father, of course, mainly to see her brother Arthas.

Kalia was disappointed to learn that Arthas would return later, but told the maids to prepare refreshments, and she planned to wait until Arthas returned, and then enjoy afternoon tea with him on the open-air balcony.

Tasting the fine black tea and glutinous sweet pastries from the hills of Hillsbrad, sharing with his favorite and beloved brother what he had seen outside the court, and at the same time putting his sister's shelf to reprimand the daring Alsace, and watching his cute appearance when he confessed his mistakes......

Whenever Arthas left the palace and went to the bazaar to play, Kalia would play tricks on her brother at the round table for afternoon tea, and on that night, the candle in Kalia's bedroom would be extinguished very late, and it was Her Royal Highness the Princess of Lordaeron playing with some strange knick-knack that her brother had brought back for her......

But this time......

"There was no afternoon tea left, both Alsace and I felt unwell, that's all. Kalia did not look back, and after saying such words indifferently, she pushed away the people in her bedroom, and then slammed the floor shut, leaving the maid stunned in place--Did she say something wrong?How did she feel that Her Royal Highness Princess Kalia was in a bad mood......

"Damn Arthas! What a fiancée! What a lifetime! Damn, hateful, hateful! It's just a ten-year-old child, what is wrong with learning, and this time you come back as a personal maid and a fiancée, are you so anxious to get rid of your virgin/male life? Damn, damn it......" As soon as Kalia entered her bedroom, she closed the inner lock of the door with her backhand, and then leaned her back against the door panel made of red-striped oak, and the emotions that had been reserved outside the bedroom finally couldn't be controlled, and turned into a thousand words of complaint.

Despite her unbridled attacks on Arthas, Kalia could not resolve her frustration, and her body finally could not stand still, and she slid down the smooth oak door to the ground, and finally sat down by the door without grace, and as weak as her body, there were clear tears.

"Why, why ...... so early" Kalia held her head in her hands and buried her head deep between her knees, her rounded shoulders wrapped in a pink palace skirt, trembling slightly with her sobs at regular intervals.

At this moment, Kalia felt extremely lonely, because it was not because she was born in the palace, Kalia did not have the personal maids with whom she grew up, and she would not be good friends with those maids after so many years of abiding by aristocratic etiquette.

Kalia couldn't help but think of her High Elf friend Winlessa - if Winlessa was here, she would have listened to her own anguish, right?

Just as Kalia was holding her head and sobbing, there was a soft sound in the bedroom, which was not loud, but it was very noticeable in the bedroom where there was only the sound of Kalia sobbing.

"Who—who's where?" Karia jerked her head up, looking to where the voice had come from, and then she saw it......

"Your Royal Highness Princess Kalia, I ...... I ......" At Kalia's dressing table, she had changed into a court maid's costume (isn't it still a maid's suit), her hands folded in her lower abdomen, and Taresha, whose face was flushed, stood there helplessly with her head lowered.

"You, why are you, why are you here?" said Kalia struggled to her feet against the wall, and despite the pink dress on her body looking a little messy, Her Royal Highness raised her head and questioned the little maid in front of her.

"I ......" Hearing Kalia's question, Taresa quickly raised her head and explained, "Lady Gasros said that I will be Her Royal Highness's personal maid from now on, let me wait for you in Your Highness Princess's bedroom to see what you have to say." And then...... Then I saw that your dresser was a little ...... It's messy, so I'll help you tidy up ......"

Taresa remembered that not long ago Lady Gosloth had taught her that the maids of the palace, especially the valet maids, had to keep their heads up when answering their master's questions.