Bella pouted slightly with her dark-colored lips; after taking off her jacket to hand to one of the maids and sending her away, she sat down in the chair facing Milena, very straight as usual.
"...I know your relationship with the King runs almost as deep as the one with Prince Rayan," said her friend, cautious with her words. "But don't you think your friendship has... outlived its privileges?"
Milena hesitated. Although she hated it, she couldn't exclude the idea that Ellias could be behind this attack. Her brother had thought the same, too. She leaned back in her seat, finally putting her quill down, her eyes on the piece of paper in front of her.
"It's not just that I have faith in... my knowledge of His Majesty's character. More like... it's my gut feeling speaking. I feel like I'm
