"JUST SHUT UP!"
One of the maids of Her Majesty slapped Aylin tightly, approaching her and cutting her in the middle. Then, grabbing her chin, she threatened in a vulgar manner.
"A lowly maid! Who has given you the right to talk back with Her Royal Majesty?"
A sharp pain cut through her delicate cheek. Aylin felt an ironic taste inside her mouth but she was of royal blood after all. Physically, a mere slap couldn't affect her much though it was extremely humiliating.
She sighed then gave a resigned shrug, lowering her gaze. She replied in a low and tormented tone, "Pardon my ignorance. It was all my fault."
A familiar female voice commented from behind, "Of course, it was all your fault. And, for trying to assault Her Majesty, you are going to rot in the dungeon forever." Instantly a few other females agreed with her.
