When families gather for meals, the scene is often filled with laughter and smiles, with jokes being shared and an ambiance that lifts one's spirits, creating a relaxing atmosphere. But here it was as if daggers were thrown through glances. The mood was so tense that I sat rigidly, waiting for the meal to end.
I didn't take a deep breath until they had all left for work. I would have had some choice words to offer, but I couldn't muster the will to voice them. Delving into paperwork seemed a far better option at the moment.
"Your Highness, the girl," Kate began tentatively, which reminded me that I had not discussed the terms of the assignment with the young woman.
"Oh, yes, bring her to me," I answered, and Kate let out a sigh of relief. I was curious about what the girl had done to make even the fiery Kate so nervous.
"Your Highness," they ushered the girl in, who looked at them as if they were butchers leading her to slaughter.
