Queen Eriela slowly veered at Princess Yanarym who was sitting pretty at the window frame, in a relaxed position, and she was smiling—a confident and genuine countenance. A wind from the trees on the outside blew that entered the bedchamber. Her hair flowed freely, and she tamed it casually as her eyes never left the queen.
Yanarym pointed in Aliah's direction.
"This girl, is she, my maid?"
"Maid?"
"The princess has a maid?"
"I've never heard of it."
"Who's that?"
"Why is she in the first Princess's bedchamber?"
"Do you know her?"
"I think she is one of the potential maids of honor for the princesses."
"Who assigned her to be the first Princess's servant?"
"Did she trespass in Princess Yanarym's boudoir? Why is she kneeling like that?"
"She seemed to have committed a mistake and asked for forgiveness."
"Are you lifting your eyes? Don't you dare look at the first Princess!"
