"Did I hear you yelling at my maid? Is something wrong, Queen Lucy?" Taya spoke as she bent down to help Evel stand. Every inch of her body was covered in marks from Orig's kisses. How could she be so shameless, walking out with just a towel, proudly displaying the signs of their love-making all night, right in front of Lucy, who felt a volcano of anger erupting inside her.
"Aren't you ashamed to stand like this in front of me? This generation has no modesty," Lucy said venomously as she glared at Taya's body with disdain. She really hated looking at this girl—such behavior was nothing short of that of a high-class courtesan, not a princess.
Taya approached her slowly, stopping just centimeters away, leaning close to Queen Lucy's shoulder, who immediately pushed Taya's hand away with disgust.
