Her staff "..."
The servants "..."
Nnenna "..."
The other royals "..."
Her staff followed swiftly, but not before sneaking shocked glances at Nnenna.
The room froze.
What just happened?
Master Rose, the infamous, no nonsense, fire breathing etiquette instructor, just let Nnenna off the hook?
Without a scolding? Without humiliating her on the spot?
It made no sense.
The servants exchanged confused whispers.
The royals furrowed their brows, their excitement dampened.
Maybe... maybe she was saving the scolding for later?
Maybe she was planning to rip Nnenna apart in the privacy of her room due to her respect for the king?
Yes, that must be it.
They nodded to themselves, deciding that was the only logical answer.
Nnenna, on the other hand, was just as stunned.
She had been expecting hell.
She had been ready for war.
But instead?
Silence.
