The Widow's Adjustment (End) The Peace

"The Valkyries are just incredible, aren't they? So strong, so graceful. I still can't believe I get to see them train every day," Belle's voice was filled with awe, her eyes almost sparkling as she spoke of them.

Clarisse couldn't help but scoff, rolling her eyes. "Graceful? Strong? Please…" she muttered, her tone dripping with sarcasm. She took another sip of her tea, her lips curving into a thin line. "If you ask me, they're a bunch of arrogant show-offs."

Alina raised an eyebrow, sharing a glance with Belle. "You don't think much of them, do you?" she said, a teasing smile tugging at her lips.

Clarisse huffed, her fingers tapping against her teacup. "They're not as great as everyone makes them out to be. I mean, sure, they're skilled and powerful, but they act like they're above everyone else." She narrowed her eyes. "And Wilhelmina? She's the worst of them. So high and mighty, always looking down her nose at people."