My Bad Princess's
Angry

Duchy Helemites

The gentle breeze that fell onto her pretty face made Cyra take her breath, she said nothing and now she was alone in her room.

The brother did not answer him at all, and of course even though he remembered he would not be able to answer him.

"Ck!"

The girl smiled faintly, more precisely her laughing at her very uneventful life.

His strength was almost drained out and it was possible if he had to start it even earlier.

"It's okay, I'll die after killing you.." murmured Cyra softly who was looking towards the flower that was blooming beautifully in her hands.

And of course it is not an ordinary flower because the powder is so poisonous there.

Her hair color could not come back easily and in the end she used magic to make her hair color return.

Although forbidden, that was the only way he could use.

...

Three days later.

Cyra could still breathe in the air quietly because her father still did not know if she had returned.

For meals and some activities he does in his room and only on the terrace balcony or garden which is near his room.

The sound of a quick and emotional stride was heard.

Prangs!

The man turned the table containing the tea and snack.

Cyra turned her head, staring at the middle-aged man who looked so emotional and angry when he saw her.

"Daddy, may the sun of Lavensberg follow you" said his polite greeting to the father as if nothing had happened.

Plaque!

Without saying much the man slapped his beautiful daughter to the point of falling from her chair.

The waiter who was there was jolted and immediately turned his body so as not to see what his master was doing and they already knew what was going to happen.

Cyra did not fight, he always acted like an innocent and naive child in front of the father so that no one would know his plan.

"Ma. I'm sorry Dad..."

His words were as soft as fear and did not look at the father.

Duke Ecklart was already so enraged, he felt that if his eldest daughter had treated his face to the entire empire.

Greb!

"Ack!"

The grimacing voice grimaced as his face stared at the father.

"The child is not ashamed! You just smashed your parents' faces!" the middle-aged man with a high standing was wrathful and stared furiously at his daughter's face without feeling pity.

Plaque!

Plaque!

Plaque!

The slap that stuck without thinking about what would happen next because he knew if he would be treated with a top-tier healer.

Cyra did not fight, she only seemed to cry and grimace until the father's anger was gone.

Bruk!

Duke Ecklart let go of his hand violently and then dropped it and left without anyone feeling guilty at all.

Sobbing cries were still heard until the father completely disappeared behind the high castle walls.

"Hiks..."

"Hi..."

"Damn..."

The girl seemed to cry but as soon as the father left her cry turned into laughter and grinning even though the beautiful face looked hurt.

"I'll break your hand later" murmured her softly who then got up before the servants helped her.

"Call Tarrant" said the man who gave the order and walked alone in the dress still soiled with his blood.