Nora
Barbara’s accusation caught me off guard.
What should I do now?
"Your Majesty," I began, my voice trembling slightly.
“Barbara, leave us,” Clyde commanded, his words clipped.
“Yes, Your Majesty. I would wait for you outside,” Barbara replied, a smirk tugging at her lips. She offered Clyde a graceful bow before exiting the room, closing the door behind her with deliberate elegance.
“Get out of the bath,” Clyde ordered, his voice firm, brooking no argument.
My body froze in response, caught in the gravity of his command.
What a foolish mistake I had made! How could I have been so careless, bathing with other maids present?
Only now did I grasp the full cunning of my enemies. Barbara's actions were swift like a viper's strike. She had seen the scars on my back and calmly left, o
