In the magnificent mansion of the Tudor, Claire was seen standing while she held the bedpost as her maids tied her corset strings.
"You idiot! Are you planning to kill me?! Release it a little!" She bellowed in rage. The maid trembled slightly, "Y-yes, milady." As she knew she could be hit if she did it wrong.
Claire had locked herself up in the mansion crying for weeks whenever she remembered the humiliation at the gathering. Her beautiful eyes were a bit swollen. She'd lost everything because of that bitch, but suddenly this morning the queen had sent for her presence in the palace.
It was a personal invitation from the queen herself, she couldn't afford to miss such opportunity to get to meet the queen personally.
