Did You Target The Wrong Enemy?

When Mia returned to her room, her maids flocked around her. They had noticed how dejected Mia looked the moment she came in. "Your Highness, is everything alright? Shall we prepare anything?" The concerned maids asked.

"Uh, no. I just need some time alone, please," Mia replied, visibly exhausted as she waved the maids away. 

Mia fell face first onto her bed and closed her eyes, enjoying its softness. Mia pulled Sharkie over and rested her head on its fluffy back. She remained in that position for a time, and sometimes, she would nudge the shark gently. 

A while later, Mia turned over and kicked her heels off, leaving only her white silk socks on. She swung her legs, which at the edge of the bed, giving an ample view of that which she short skirt, at this moment, did not cover. Fortunately, no one was around to do anything about it.