Jean inclined her head in respect. "Your Grace," she greeted, "I was brought into the castle by the Third Prince, Alaric."
At the mention of Alaric, Lilian's gaze hardened, though she said nothing. She didn't control Alaric's choices, after all.
Lady Margaretha, however, wasn't done venting. She leaned in, her voice harsh and biting. "Listen, Jean," she said with a forced smile.
"Salviana may appear sweet and charming now, but don't be fooled. One day, she'll cast you aside, just like she did to me, without a second thought. Don't expect her affections to last."
Jean met Margaretha's glare calmly, her smile unwavering. "I hope I last in her service, Lady Margaretha. I truly do," she said, her tone genuine, almost sincere.
But there was a quiet confidence in her words that seemed to unsettle Margaretha, who turned away with a scowl.
