Seeing that, my heart pounded harder now, aware that this was the queen’s gift.
Obviously, the queen has been nice to, and now this ruin has happened, this might seem small outwardly but could be seen as disrespect, rebellion, and arrogance.
My thoughts spiraled as a wave of discomfort overwhelmed me, ‘What was I supposed to do?’
‘Punish the girl?’
‘Report her?’
‘Show mercy or remain humble?’
‘Act like royalty?’ I huffed, and unable to come up with anything, I didn’t know the rules of this world and had only ever known survival.
Outwardly, I remained composed, and calm, yet, inside, uncertainty clawed at me.
“You all can leave now,” I said and with that, the servants exchanged startled glances.
“My lady…the gown…” the servants stuttered.
“I said leave.” My tone remained gentle,
