The evening air at Kensington Palace was always tranquil.
The faint scent of waxed wooden floors floated through the corridors, with maids and servants moving quietly, as if any sound louder than footsteps would be a disrespect to this palace.
However, at this moment, Princess Sophia wanted to scream, feeling as if she were suffocating.
"Did he declare in public that he is the son of a princess?" Her voice sounded a bit shaky, slightly distorted with fear, "Flora, he... didn't he say... he said he would behave... Conroy promised me, he promised me the child would be obedient..."
"Yes, Your Highness." Miss Flora Hastings's tone was steady, deliberately lowered to avoid disturbing the servants outside, "It is said that at the time, he was stumbling drunk. When he saw the officers coming in for an arrest, he felt it was a disrespect to him, and if it weren't for the quick response of the Scotland Yard officers, he almost pulled a gun and shot."
