Transmigration

"She won this time but I would not let her win every time," Elizabeth Villin went back to her own palace, still quivering with hate towards her elder sister. That damn witch! She already knew everything and posed as if she had cut contact with outside world for the noble cause of her family. For outsiders, she had made such a big sacrifice when she had done no such thing! That queen was too cunning!

"It's alright Liz, why are you agitated?" a shadow appeared in the dark, spooking Elizabeth a bit. She looked behind the canopy of her bed where a familiar figure emerged. His green marble eyes were a dead giveaway of his identity even in dark.

"You don't say, Joe! You went and met her. How do I trust you now? Have you already made plans with her?" Elizabeth's face contorted as her anger raged once again. Why was she agitated? What kind of question was that?