Priscilla knew these maidservants were going to die today. Back in her country, disrespect was punishable by death. To the Crown, human life equated to livestock. They were disposable.
"Y-Your Highness!" The maidservants stuttered, trembling as they quickly lowered onto their knees in greeting.
The servants bent their heads over their tucked hands, showing the utmost respect. The back of their neck was always revealed, for they wore the same buns in their hair. Showing their nape was a sign of obedience and loyalty. It meant they'd allow their head to be cut off at any given time. With the Prince's murderous glare, that time was now.
"I was wondering who'd dare hurt what belongs to me," Kade calmly said, walking into the room without being fazed.
Kade observed the situation in a fell swoop. He saw the strands of long hair in the carpet, fallen like petals. He took in the bloodied bath water. He witnessed the lack of steam rising above the tub.
