"I killed the King out of my own volition." Arya squeezed her eyes shut as she struggled to keep staring at him. She wasn't liking how stone-cold Nathaniel's expression grew every ticking seconds.
If looks could kill, Arya was sure she would have been buried six feet long enough. But she was determined to get Antonia out of this mess she found herself in.
Olivia on the other hand was brought out of her reverie. She shook her head because her gaze went back to Reginald's balled hands, she saw nothing there. 'My head must have been messing with me.' She cocked her head to the side, looking unsure.
But after hearing Arya's words, her expression turned darker than the bottom of a kettle. She took a stride toward Arya and she also squatted in front of her.
The Princess gritted her teeth because she knew what this maid was trying to do. She chuckled while her eyes glinted with nothing but mockery in them.
