"My Lady, I'm very sorry," cried the young maid. "W-we just didn't dare to..."
"It's alright," gently whispered the Queen.
She put a hand on the young maid's shoulder, taking that tray off her shaking hands. It was just tea, but half the content of that cup had already been emptied from all of that poor young maid's panicked trembling.
"...Will you be alright?" Asked the Saint behind her.
"Yes. Wait here, please. I'll be right back..."
"Suits you."
As always, he'd do exactly as she asked, even if he had to put that sullen look on. The Saint let out a long sigh, and leaned his shoulders against the door, in a not very good position, but Philomenie and the staff were used to it. She took a deep breath, and walked into the room.
It was an utter mess.
One of the curtains had bee
