Scarlet's POV
Today, I was summoned to check on Princess Aria. Her mother, Princess Estelle, seemed deeply distressed because the little girl had thrown a severe tantrum. Aria, being autistic, often experienced outbursts that few knew how to handle. It wasn't unusual, but today, something had clearly shaken the palace.
As I approached the hallway outside the princess's chambers, I heard raised voices echoing from within.
"Have you lost your mind, Estelle?" a man barked, his voice sharp and furious. "She is sick! She is disabled! And you want to send her to that war drill?"
His words cut through the silence like a blade.
"I know people call it a summer camp, but let's not pretend. It is no different from a battlefield for children. How do you expect her to survive there? Do you want her to be hurt?"
