Nimue finally spoke.
"He said I was... too loud," Nimue hiccuped, burying her face in her hands. A stream of bubbles, vibrating with misery, escaped her lips.
"He said my laugh echoed too much in the grotto. He said I was... exhausting."
It was the first time Roxy was seeing her cry like a little girl like this and felt purr for her.
Roxy sat beside the weeping Princess on a secluded bench carved from pink coral, tucked away behind a statue of a swordfish.
The bustling plaza was just around the corner, but here, in the shadows of the ornamental seaweed, the heartbreak felt heavy and suffocating.
"He said that," Roxy repeated, her voice flat and dangerous, "after he spent all your money on himself?"
