Despite Sabine's doubts, the princess and her retinue were indeed ready one hour later to depart and continue their travels. Her two rogue ladies-in-waiting were both mounted on their horses, their faces sallow and eyes puffy from both tears and a lack of sleep.
Celia had been planning to throw their door open, march into their bedchamber and order them to rise.
She'd quickly changed her mind a soon as the stench of vomit had hit her like a slap in the face.
Instead, she'd stood in their doorway and bellowed orders for the two women to not only rise and dress immediately, but also leave the room as spotless as they'd found it.
Both of them had stared at her in shock and revulsion. "B-but my lady! Why would we…surely you can't expect…isn't that the maids' job?"
