"My… love?" Francessa echoed. She looked back and forth between the unassuming, plain maid to King Atticus, trying to grab ahold of what was going on. Their banter was too intimate for an ordinary pair of master and servant. "Are you having an affair with the maid, King Atticus?"
She couldn't help the smile that bloomed on her face at the very thought of the king cheating on his own wife with her maid. How scandalous! Even if she was brought low, Francessa would rejoice at the fact that Daphne Molinero was no better off.
Imagine losing her husband to her own maid!
Atticus scoffed and rolled his eyes. Francessa Seibert was certainly annoying― being so close-lipped about treasonous, kingdom-ruining details, yet running her mouth when it came to her wild conjectures.
"Is that the first thing your mind jumps to?" Atticus asked, "It makes me think you're projecting."
