Third Person
The Dravaren royals were led to their prepared quarters, which weren't far from Prince Rhett's. Rhett led them as the groom‑to‑be, while Hazel gave the orders and presented everything. The princess looked a little pleased, though it wasn't as fabulous as what they had back home. All six of them got a room, and the prince had his all to himself.
Kora never stopped with her comments. The moment she stepped into her room, her face twisted.
"What is this...a queen‑sized bed?" she scoffed so bitterly that one would think she had been taken to the servants' quarters.
"Princess Kora–"
"And who gave you the permission to speak?" Kora snapped at Hazel, who quickly stepped back. Rhett held her hand, pulled her behind him, and stepped forward.
"I apologize if the room is not up to your highness's standards, but I beg you make do with it, for it is all we have at the moment and what we can offer," he said.
