"Ah?" Yanarym's lips curled into a grin. She knew she had a dominating air around her, and it was fun teasing the maid; it was cute.
The redness on the maid's face spread to her ears and neck, she was like a red tomato.
"A-al-li. It is Ali, Your H-Highness."
"Ali." Yanarym retrieved her hand from the maid's chin, and the woman immediately looked down as if she were too scared to make another eye contact with the princess.
"Yes, Your Highness!"
"Is that your full name? Just Ali? Are you a slave? Do slaves work in the kingdom now?" Yanarym stood up and swerved her body. She returned to the window.
She leaned on the frame of the window and pushed her butt to sit on it. She crossed her legs and casually rested her chin on her palm as her elbow was placed on her thigh.
