Shirley has now fully cornered the poor servant, who was shaking, but her maid robes did a good job in hiding it.
"Yes, the princess." The maid stuttered out and Shirley was nearing her. Her hand about to grip her neck. The maid shook like a dry leaf, when a cold wind passed by as they were on the balcony.
Shirley forwarded towards the maid, to which the maid reacted by backing. Soon enough, with her big strides, Shirley cornered the young maid, her hand furiously landed on the wall, just right next to the maids face, while her other hand gripped the maid's chin tightly, lifting her chin up, making their eyes meet.
Shirley's fury eyes landed on the maid's face, who was now trembling with fear. The maid never thought Shirley is this frightful when is frustrated. She mentally noted, that she would never play with this senior of her.
