Rosa blinked a couple of times trying to act bewildered by the princess's question. There was a mental storm in her mind, and she found herself calculating the chances that Princess Eveline actually knew she wasn't the real Elara Highmore.
As the princess stared rudely long, Rosa's thoughts turned aggressive against herself.
I'm an idiot! They are conspiring against me, brother and sister! Is this why he sent her? I should've known better than this. His chest must be bruised by the hit. What kind of an idiot would believe that a spoiled heiress can leave a mark on that beast?
The princess let out the breath she was holding then glanced behind her at the grand portrait of Elara Highmore before looking back at Rosa. "...I will tell you who you are."
Rosa held her breath at first then became confused when Eveline clasped her hands and squeezed them.
