~Plop.
The guards threw the badly bruised woman onto the ground.
"Nana!" Tilda leaped as fast as she could with pain in her heart.
And the guards who saw this only sneered in mocking disdain at the duo.
"His majesty had requested that she be your head maid for the wedding." One of the guards said, smiling mysteriously.
Tilda glared at them, gritting her teeth madly.
"Hey, princess, no need to look at us with those eyes. We ordinary folk are just doing our jobs here. His Majesty has requested for the old hag to look after you. And just a word of caution to the princess... His majesty has commanded that should you take over the job of the old hag in any way, he will have no choice but to end her life there and then. After all, the princess is about to get married, and your husband wouldn't like you to have calluses before the wedding night. So if the princess should dare disobey, she will have no one but herself to blame!"
"You!--"
