I Don't Know How

The world must see you as a pampered princess, not some—" he gestured vaguely at the small room "—forgotten child in a closet."

He crossed his arms. "I've already assigned someone to move your belongings. If anyone asks, you've been living upstairs for the past ten years. Do you understand?" His voice was firm, leaving no room for argument.

Nnenna "..?"

Nnenna blinked, her mind reeling.

Then, she looked him dead in the eye. "I'm not moving."

The king's expression darkened, but she wasn't finished.

"I've lived in this closet for ten years, and you never cared. Now, just because guests are coming, you suddenly want to rewrite history?"

Her voice rose, raw with unfiltered emotion. "If they ask where I've been living, I'll tell them. I'll show them this tiny space, my things, and myself, just as I've always been."