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!"
