"Ugh, why does she have so many dirty things?" Priscilla angrily grumbled under her breath, carrying the workload to the laundry maids.
Priscilla was walking with a group of silent maidservants. These people never spoke to her.
Ever since the horrific beating a few days ago, the servants were as obedient as a dog. They didn't even dare to speak in the hallways, despite the lack of aristocrats. The image of their bloodied peers haunted their minds.
"My grandmother used to tell me people from Teran were savages who didn't even bathe properly," Priscilla said to the nearest handmaiden in an attempt to make friends. "Who would've thought the Princess liked to bathe so much."
The handmaidens exchanged glances with each other. It had been a while since everyone had a leisurely conversation like this. They missed the soft chatter of gossip. It was how they passed their free time during the long walk to the laundry room in the palace.
