Her voice, once warm and melodious, was now tinged with a disturbing darkness.
The nun suppressed a shiver that ran down her spine.
She straightened up.
"Your Highness, things are progressing as planned," she replied, her voice trembling but firm. "Tensions between the noble families and the royal family are escalating. The Ulret family has already begun openly showing their discontent, having refused to pay their monthly tribute last month."
A cruel smile formed on the man's lips, a sinister gleam lighting up his eyes.
"My dear Catherine, is this what you call progress? Do you think I enjoy playing babysitter? You jeopardize not only your presence here but also the lives of all these children you claim to defend," he murmured with a hissing voice.
The nun swallowed hard, feeling her heart tighten at her master's contemptuous remarks.
Despite her fear, she tried to maintain her composure and her cool.
