"Goodness, your highness!" Lena cried as she dried my hair while I sat in front of the vanity mirror. "How can his highness do that? You might catch a cold!"
A faint sigh escaped my nose as I glanced up at her reflection. Despite that Sam overheard her talking behind his back, she still spouts comments that could put her in trouble.
"Lena, you have to be careful," I said, turning around to face her, "what will happen if his highness or anyone hears you?" She should know the rules in this palace more than I do, and receiving mercy was a miracle. Even I needed to tread on thin ice so as not to lose my life.
Lena hung her head low, dejected. "It's because your highness is very kind and tries to accept everything. So, I want to get angry in your stead."
I smiled at her answer. "Lena," I whispered, reaching for her hand and squeezed it lightly. "I appreciate it, but I don't know if I can help you if something happened to you because of me."
