Good.
Neither woman spoke nor moved. I smiled at them slowly. The kind of smile that made wolves nervous.
"Please," I said softly, and both maids visibly flinched. "Don't stop on my account."
The corridor suddenly became very quiet and for the first time since leaving the Queen's chambers...
I felt something besides hurt; I felt angry, and judging from the expressions on their faces...
The two maids exchanged nervous glances. For a moment, neither of them spoke. Then the taller one, Martha, recovered first. She lifted her chin. "What are you staring at?" she asked.
I smiled as I felt an unusual calmness in me that even Bey stirred. "Interesting question," I replied softly. My voice sounded distant to my own ears as I said to her, “Because I was wondering the same thing too."
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