Chapter 33: Strange Emotions
Olga banged the door of her chambers as she entered. Her hands were shaking with rage. She screamed at the top of her lungs, the sound bouncing off the walls of her large, lavish room.
"How dare he?" she shouted to no one. "How dare he treat me this way!"
She grabbed the first thing her fingers touched—a beautiful glass vase filled with fresh flowers. Without a second thought, she hurled it across the room. It hit the wall and shattered into a hundred tiny pieces. Water splashed everywhere, and flowers scattered across the floor.
But breaking one thing wasn’t enough. Olga was like a storm moving through her chambers. She swept her arm across a table, sending expensive ornaments crashing to the ground. Each crash made her feel a little better, but the anger inside her was still burning hot.
"After everything I’ve done," she hissed, pacing back and forth. "After all my years of devotion!"
Tears streamed down her face, but these weren’t tears of sadness. These were tears of pure anger and hurt pride. Her carefully applied makeup was now running down her cheeks in black streaks, but she didn’t care.
A servant knocked timidly on the door. "Your Highness? Is everything all right?"
"Leave me alone!" Olga screamed, throwing a hairbrush at the door. The servant’s footsteps quickly retreated.
Olga stopped in front of her large mirror and stared at her reflection. Her face was red and puffy, her hair a mess from where she had been pulling at it.
"He can’t do this to me," she whispered to her reflection, her voice becoming dangerously calm. "He can’t treat me like this. I won’t allow it."
She wiped the tears from her face, smearing her makeup even more. A cold smile spread across her lips as a plan began to form in her mind.