- The Prouds 252
But she often broke that feeling of boredom by
watching Jarvis. As every time her husband went out in the
morning, she would sit by one of the glass windows in the
living room of her house watching Jarvis to know when he
went out, when he came back, and what he did. She knew
that his people loved him very much and he loved them
back. That scene when he was joking with one of the
Prouds at the door of his house, when the two started to
fight and hit each other jokingly, was stuck in her head.
Her admiration for him was like a sun, which could
not be completely covered by the clouds of hatred. That sun
shone more each day. It was not love for him, but rather the
love of possessiveness. He, to her, was a wild horse that
needed to be tamed at any cost.
One morning, Hammond was sitting on the bed in
his bedroom putting his shoes on after wearing his clothes.
He was feeling as happy and joyful as he had always felt
ever since he married the princess.
The princess said, sitting on the opposite side of the
bed back to back with him, “There is something I need to
talk to you about.”
“What is it?” asked the husband.
“It is true that I am a woman, and women mostly do
not understand matters of ruling,” the wife replied. “But I
am the daughter of a king and I know how a leader should
treat those around him. You are the leader of these people.”
He dropped the shoe and listened more carefully to
her, realizing she was about to say something serious.
She continued, in an attempt to poison his mind,
“Your brother is younger than you and he is not a leader.
You are older than him and you are the leader. Yet, he acts