The set of the "Cold Palace" was a masterpiece of set design. It was stark, grey, and freezing—mostly because the air conditioning was cranked up to keep the fake snow from melting, but also because the vibe was currently being ruined by a woman in a pastel pink dress.
"Cut!" the Director screamed, throwing his hat onto the ground. "Bella! For the love of cinema, get out of the frame!"
Bella Vale blinked, her hands frozen in mid-air where she had been reaching out to 'comfort' Aria.
"I was just adding emotional depth!" Bella argued, her voice wobbling with misunderstood genius. "The Saintess would naturally want to comfort the dying Consort. It shows my benevolence."
"It shows your back!" the Director shouted. "You are blocking the camera! This is Consort Li's death scene. She dies alone. That is the point. She is abandoned. You are not there. No one is there."
