"What did you say?" The Chief of the Praetorian Guards turned around coldly.
The air in the room seemed to freeze with his sullen voice, and even Susan felt a chill, so that her fingers, which were covered with cake crumbs, froze, not daring to move again.
In front of Susan's eyes, the pair of beautiful high heels belonging to Princess Mary quietly shrunk into the dress, and the purple hem of the dress issued a soft rustling sound.
Princess Mary is shivering?
Of course, even Susan, who was hiding under the table, felt that the Chief's tone was scary, not to mention Princess Mary, who was directly facing his coldness.
Susan looked at Freya, who was sitting next to her. The girl still had a playful look on her face. She was not afraid at all.
This girl is really bold, Susan sighed in her heart, but then again, if she wasn't stupidly bold, how could she drag her to steal the Queen's pastry?
