The maid had no clue about what in God's name was going on. She had a look of pure shock on her face. Somewhere it shook her heart at the unexpectedness as one moment the girl was on the verge to die, and here she was awake and holding her hand tightly.
"Bitch! What are you saying!?" Nicola spoke the words through her gritted teeth. She stood up from her crouching position. She didn't know what this girl was playing at and if it was a ploy to get her in trouble.
Madeline stood up along with Nicola, her expression void of any emotion who continued to look at the maid, "AHHH!" Nicola cried when Madeline's hand put more pressure on her wrist, and a crack was heard in the room that was from breaking the bone, "What the hell is wrong with you?!" Nicola didn't care if she was cursing the future Queen to be as she was in miserable pain.
But Madeline didn't let go of the maid's wrist. She looked as if she was in a trance and not in her conscious state.
