It is black water that runs down from her vehement eyes. Thereís a pile of crumpled handkerchieves fallen before her feet. Her rage is not in her face, but can be seen in the crumbs under her feet. Hatred shines in her teardrops. Itís not visible but they burn like drops of fire from a volcano. A thousand river rushes through her veins. Her sleeves want to rip as she crushes her fists. A maid is holding a box of handkerchieves, another one is refreshing the princess with a new one each time she destroys it. "Get out! Leave me." She yells at the maids. Her voice is deepened. They get out immediately. She gets up like a mountain of scorching lava that screams out fire, and begins to walk in the room with crazy nerves and ragging manner. Her face and gestures are full of violence. She doesnít hesitate to knock anything that gets in her way. "He is marrying, another woman?!! A wicked plug-ugly whore that nobody even knows her origin." She tells herself loudly. It hurts to remind herself that someone else is preferred to her. "How could he do this to me? What was he thinking? I sent him a letter and clearly demanded his love. He was supposed to be here and take me as his bride." She says and her voice lowers to cry. "But instead... he is in his cheap castle, with his fake lover." She says and screams, "how?" By the deafening wave of her voice the magical statue of glass awakens. Her withering cover breaks off of her and a newer, fresher, smoother her appears. She blinks her all glassy eyes and wonders the princess's situation. "You with the thunder footsteps, you that words kill stronger than any venom, what has troubled your graceful heart?" The magical statue asks. The princess yells, "shut your trashy mouth!" The statue shuts her mouth of course and lowers that face sadly, but quietly whispers, "it is hyaline, not trashy." The princess hears that. She is too furious already that cannot get angry over anything else. "Do not falter, statue. After all, you are my most honest servant. Tell me, who has become the bride to my prince?" The princess asks the magical statue and keenly becomes all ears to her response. "The charming prince has taken a bride from the peasant of his kingdom. A beautiful and gracious girl. But her beauty shall melt in front of the grace of my lady." The statue answers. "A peasant girl?" Says the princess with disgust. "A peasant girl?!" Says the princess with more aversion, and her voice rises. "GUARDS!"
The great commander of the royal guard comes forth, holding his great helmet at hand, with clanking sound of his armor that echoes with each step and a white cloak at his back. The princess comes down the stairs to meet him in the same dress and her ruined beautification. She may not tend to wear it off until her heart is settled. He delivers his respect by bowing to her highness. "Is this your entire army?" The princess asks. "A thousand knights and horsemen along with two thousand foot soldiers are ready to march with your command." The commander responds. "We march for the Gold castle. He has not just made a great mistake, he broke my heart! I will either have him whole or take his heart out of his chest." She says and gets to her horse, prepared and ready to mount. She hops on without the help of her servants. The great commander mounts his own horse. The princess hits her horse with her legs and pushes her hips forward, lashing at it to go forward fast. And so she rides towards the Gold castle with the greatest army in the land. All heavy knights and armored soldiers who singly can fight three man at once. The sound of their marching begins from the Queen's castle and ends to the northern sides of the kingdom. It makes the ground beneath them tremble. A strength that fuels the princess's rage and pleasure of thinking towards the ways she wants to punish her man with.