"How is the kid's condition?" asked the little princess to her palace maid who was beside her. "No, don't tell me. I already know, he must hate me."
The palace maid smiled as she gently stroked the princess's hair. While her brother was with her father and mother enjoying their exclusive dinner, here the princess alone, locked herself in her carriage.
"Don't think badly first, My Princess."
"But that is true, right Lakshmi?"
The palace maid smiled. This is the umpteenth time the princess calls her by her real name. Usually, the upper-class people would be reluctant to call out the names of those from among the Sudras.
"I dare say that what you are thinking is not true at all, My Princess."
"Is that true?" the princess smiled happily, she didn't even hesitate to touch the servant's hands. "Are you telling me the truth?"
Lakshmi nodded. "When it comes to fear, well, he's scared."
The princess pouted again, she folded her arms across her chest. "It's the same thing!"
