Elven Nation.
Royal Palace.
Genevieve dramatically swooned, pressing the back of her hand to her forehead as she let out an exaggerated sob. She stumbled backward, catching herself against a nearby chair before sliding down to the floor in a theatrical display of despair.
"Ah~ Sob, sob… my only daughter… my only daughter… who was supposed to inherit my human traits, has now turned into an elf… because she hates me~"
Gloria exhaled, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Mother…"
"No!" Genevieve turned her head away, covering her lips with her handkerchief as she pretended to sob even louder.
"Don't talk to me! Oh~ My only daughter… sob, sob… all my sons inherited their father's traits and turned into elegant elves, every single one of them! I was so happy when you were born, my little Gloria, my only child who inherited all my human features! And now… now you're so embarrassed to be human that you've changed your appearance to look like an elf! Ah~ The betrayal!"
