¬ Edna
One more hour with that Becca, and I would have lost my mind.
Prattling and chatting about whether her friend was fine after he had rushed off like that.
The smile on my lips faded as I left the servant quarters where I had greeted my friends. I couldn't help but think back to that moment. He had barely even paid attention to the report I had dropped about how she had called him an idiot.
He just ran off.
Almost like he cared.
"No," I silently hissed.
She was an object. A test subject. But with how she had gone unscathed after walking out on His Majesty, and how…
I stopped walking.
He always waited to hear whatever I had to say. Even if he didn't let me finish talking.
To just burst out like that…
I gripped the skirts of my dress tight, furious. I should not overstep. He knew what he was doing. This would not be the first time he would do something I never imagined or expected.
