***IN THE KINGDOM OF SALEM***

Vetta whirled around and faced Danika.

"You must be very proud of yourself, are you not? You must be feeling like you've won everything you wanted?" She stated, venom dripping from her words.

"I don't understand what you mean," Danika answered truthfully.

"You don't even like him, do you? All this..." she waved her hand around them, "...is just pretense. Pretending to love him, to care about the scarred, lonely ...