"Don't worry about it, Your Majesty," Averon said with a light laugh. "I've already forgotten about it, but it would be nice if your wife became more obedient."
Primrose let out a quiet sigh and secretly glanced at Bianca, who was standing beside Averon.
[I thought she would do something interesting after learning about the west wing,] Bianca thought.
[But it seems like nothing has happened since last night…] she sighed. [I didn't even hear any noise yesterday. Maybe she was just talking nonsense when she said she wanted to take down Averon and help me—]
"HELP! HELP ME!"
Bianca's thoughts were cut off by a loud scream.
"Don't let her get away!" A group of soldiers chased after a woman running from the direction of the west wing.
Her brunette hair was slightly messy, but the plain white dress she wore was clean. Even though she looked well taken care of, her skin was pale, far too pale, as if she hadn't seen sunlight for years.
