The King pulled out, hurriedly trying to get his pants back on, while his mistress, visibly a bit behind on what was going on, was recovering her senses, out of breath. Her blonde curls were all over the place, in a complete mess, and Milena was even more irritated to notice that woman had sort of gotten prettier in the meantime. Had she actually set her sights on the King intentionally? Milena felt like slapping her, but she was too far for that. She clenched her fists while the blonde kept staring at her with a dumbfounded expression.
"Y-You..."
"I should have killed you when I had the occasion," hissed Milena. "You pitiful w***e. So this is how low a s**t like you gets, huh? Jumping on a husband the minute his wife, whom you're supposed to serve, isn't looking?"
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