Pissed off

Everyone stopped their side conversations, looking towards the blonde-haired lady sitting so close to the Royal family. Everyone had their respect for Adaline and her family, they were powerful Nobles, but that didn't mean they had to like her. Cattaleya just sat there, looking at the lady diagonal to her and raised her brow up. She gave her a questioning look before answering.

"Well, the last time I checked, it wasn't long ago, yeah. Why?" Cattaleya leaned back in her seat, crossing her legs over themselves and looked at a small fork, it was barely bigger than her hand itself. Weird, why would they need that small of a fork? While she was investigating the fork, people around the table looked dumbfounded. That lowly peasant spoke to a Noble like that? The look on Adaline's face gave the anger and shock away. The only people who weren't angry were the King and his Son.

"W-Well, since this must be the first time you've come to a proper place, you should go change into more appropriate clothes, fit for a peasant woman." Adaline looked victorious, smirking at Catta and holding onto Jameson's arm like he was the trophy.

"And this is probably the first time someone has told you this- no." She said plainly, sitting up more and placing the small fork she was holding down where it came from. Glaring at the woman across from her, the room seemed to drop a few degrees from it. Most of the people shrank back a little. Who was this again? She was supposed to be dead, not scaring everyone.

At the head of the table, the King cleared his throat, turning everyone's attention on him. Adaline looked furious, but didn't dare speak like that in front of the King. Cattaleya just peered at him, tapping her foot that was on the ground in a slow beat. "I would say Cattaleya, if you start a fight, you will have to finish it. And I really don't want to have another body rolled out of here." He tried scaring her. But that only prompted her to give a dangerous smile. His expression became confused- as did everyone else's.

"Oh, I'm sure they'll know what to do and what not to if they try and fight me. Key word is try, Your Majesty." She spat, putting both feet on the ground and sat up slightly when she saw the food being walked out with maids. She was pretty hungry, the only thing she got when walking was small pieces of bread. Course she didn't need food but it was nice to have. Iesurdrar finally decided to stir, hopping around on her shoulder, wanting some food too. All eyes were back on her. How could that little bird compare to beasts bigger than her?

There was a small giggle from across from her. Looking over at the Prince, he shook his head and tried to hide his amusement. No one had ever talked to Adaline like that. It was pretty refreshing to talk to someone who wasn't afraid, not always trying to flatter and be on him like Adaline.

Once the food was placed down, she gave a confused look at the food- it was just a little bit of fruit. Glancing around at everyone, they all had the small fork. Picking it up, she twirled it through her fingers for a moment before stabbing a piece of fruit and eating it. She finished the plate in about four seconds, where as everyone had only nibbled on the fruit, they were busy talking. So that's why they took forever to do anything. Furrowing her brows, she only ran her fingers through her hair. She wanted to go home now.

"Don't worry, more food will come. It's just in courses, they didn't really feed you right when bringing you here huh?" The voice across from her spoke out. Looking into his black eyes, she nodded her head slowly.

"Yes, but I managed. The rain was nice though. Never thought how everything looked so much calmer in the rain." She spoke quietly, the hostility that was found in it earlier was gone. What was weird was that she was still alive after that, and that confused expression was written on the King's face. She should be dead, but how? She was definitely hiding something from them.

"Well, I hope when this is over we can send you back in better terms." The Prince looked at his father who just scowled. She wasn't going back, that was for sure. Cattaleya barked a laugh, shaking her head.

"I'm supposed to be dead, remember? The way you think about sending me back is in a casket." Her voice seemed to drop an octave, creating chills down almost everyone's spine.

"As you should be, peasant! Who are you to talk like that! He's offering you safe travel and you laugh at his face!?" The blonde woman tried defending her man- or what she thought was her man. Jameson just glanced at her, cringing slightly.

Like that, it seemed like a gust of wind came through the room, chilling everyone to the bone. Cattaleya sat forward, putting her arm on the table and glaring at Adaline. That chill made the poor girl shiver physically.

"I think you forgot, my Lady, why I was brought here. Do you need a reminder?" Her voice was unnaturally calm, making her even more scary. The King could only stare at Cattaleya. This wasn't going to be good at all, he started to break into a nervous sweat. Jameson, on the other hand, sat so still that he might have been a statue- along with the other people at the table.

Breaking from her fear, Adaline scoffed. "I remember, maybe they should chain you with the other peasants so you don't suffer more." It was obvious that she was afraid, but she kept talking.

No one even saw her movements, at first Cattaleya was sitting, but now she was standing, the chair pushed onto the ground near the wall. Thunder shook the windows as her eyes started to glow slightly.

"Call me a peasant again. I won't hesitate for you to be the first example of what happens when people try to cross me." She growled, it sounded so animalistic that some of the animals there understood her without a mind-link. Adaline paled, gulping and sitting back in her seat. Cattaleya scoffed at her, turning in her heel and walking straight out of the room. She was going home, whether they wanted her to or not. She was pissed off now.