Emily staring at a door

Outside the princess’ dining room sat a curious Emily, who had her eyes glued on the door. “I wonder what they’re talking about?”

“How should I know?” Sat across from the innocent maid was her superior who answered Emily’s question with pettiness in her voice that seemed all too foreign to the older women. “But if I had to guess, they're not doing much talking.”

“Then what could they be doing, if not talking?” Emily turned from the door to Phippla with a genuine look of confusion.

“Seriously child? You can’t be that innocent to be oblivious to what goes on between a man and a woman behind closed doors.

Emily gave a nervous giggle and looked to the door again as she looked as attempting to see through it. “Surely not! I mean Lord Cobalt has just arrived and though he hid it well, he looked exhausted…”

“And Alexandra has quite an appetite…” Philippa’s arms hugged herself making the woman feeling small, her voice approaching bitterness. “I truly despise that man…”

“Ma'am?” Emily called out to her superior as she watched the older woman, who held herself with her eyes wide open staring into nothingness and her fingernails clawing at the side of her arms, tugging at the fabric of her maid uniform.

“He's the only person who turns her into such a fool…”