Ashley giggled as she made it back to her room, almost as if she hadn't been scolded. Those who had seen Lucian storm into Primo's room couldn't help but knit their brows upon seeing her.
"She's still smiling?" one of the maids whispered. "Has she really lost her mind?"
"After everything she's done, do you really think she's been in her right mind?"
Another one snickered. "I heard that since she's a bastard, her father didn't even send her to school. Instead, she had already been working for their organization."
"From what I heard, she learned assassination first before she ever learned to read."
The maids quietly laughed as their gossip grew harsher and harsher, enjoying dragging Ashley's name through the mud.
But one of them, who was quietly doing the final sweep of the floor, glanced at the other maids. She pressed her lips into a thin line and looked away, avoiding joining the conversation.
