ian

Residence." This was once my home. Now, i

eavy iron ring with just the right amount of force. Her posture was

ed in a thick leather coat, peered out. "Who is it?" he demande

ly. I am Matron Agnes, the chief attendant to Princess Genevieve. The princess is in the carr

a second. But then his eyes fell on me, and

Lady Kensington. I haven't heard anything about a princess coming. As for you..." He pointed a gru

ping forward. "Garth! Are you

s house is Miss Amara. As for some Gillian, I suggest yo

d with such disrespect. Her face turned pale with anger. "How dare you! A gate-dog dares t

Annis, despised Gillian. The favored one now was Miss Amara. He was

azily, starting to close the door. "No on

mance with cold eyes. He was Annis and Ama

e behind me. Every one of Garth's insults was jus

ed the royal guards behind her

ately moved forwa

within. A well-dressed, middle-aged woman hurr

w Matron Agnes. She immediately shrank, rushing forward to bow. "Matr

, are these the manners of the Joseph house? To

tering a smile on her face. "A misunderstanding! All a misunderstanding! This s

nes and landed on me. Her pupils contr

ointed a trembling finge

Martha. You were one of the ones who helped hold

eving expression, shrinking behind

ntity, what would happen to Miss Amara, who was inside entert

vicious look hardened her

loud and clear for all to hear. "Matron Agnes! Don

esidence to swindle us! She wants t

ad gathered. "What are you waiting for! Seize th

xpressions closed in on me, thei

me. "How dare you! Open your dog's

eady on my cloak. I just sta

or the fi

night to descend