Just a few scoldings from me to Serene filled the noble ladies with doubts as they scoffed and began to lose interest.
In a split second, the ladies around us began shifting their focus, their disinterest in Serene’s accusations became evident. A few leaned closer to their companions, whispering and chuckling softly. It wasn’t surprising—Serene’s flair for drama could only hold attention for so long. But just as it seemed she might slink away in defeat, her sharp voice rang out again, commanding everyone’s attention.
“Fine, believe what you like,” Serene said, a cunning glint in her eyes. She raised her chin, her voice brimming with feigned confidence. “But this little facade ends now. I have proof—real proof—that the king’s true heir is on her way here. I sent for her myself.”
A ripple
