Wysteria POV
The duel I had with Crown Prince Istana was like turbulence in spring. The flabbergasted nobles and their heir who had been questioning me were tight-lipped.
The atmosphere around me turned 360 degrees.
The silent treatment from maids and nobles was nowhere to be seen and heard. The ignorant and defeated faces were cowering behind the castle walls.
Hillarious.
I thought to myself as I walked through the empty hallway with too many shadows lurking in the dark.
"Dame, as beautiful as always. Have you brewed the tea leaves I sent over the other day? It was a product from the East." Count Teshelton scurried from God knows where to my side.
"It is an A-class product. Rich in flavour and rejuvenating for a worn-out body."
"Are you implying I am in such a condition right
