Chapter Forty – Death
Laurel was sure the moon goddess surged strength into her as she felt energetic by morning. Was it compensation for how miserable her life was?
She washed her face, rushing out of the room. She could do her morning drills before taking a bath, because she was bound to sweat really bad.
Outside, the maids were whispering in a circle. Laurel couldn't recognize anyone she knew so wanted to pass by, but they turned to her. "Good morning, Princess."
That was new. She nodded, "Good morning." Was this what Frida meant by the maids now looked up to her? It made her anxious. What if she messed up when they really needed her? Was she in a condition where anyone should look up to her?
"Your highness, it's time to drop the laundry washed, at the main palace, but the ones responsible are too scared to go because the Alpha is back." A maid said.
