Chapter 170: Madwoman.
"Princess, I must thank you for sending such a precious girl to me. She outperforms more than half of my girls," Madame Helene purred, her voice laced with false sweetness. She knew this girl loved flattery. But Josa’s expression betrayed her, there was no joy in seeing Ara, only fear, bottomless and suffocating, like seeing a demon. The girl’s terror was palpable as if she knew something unspeakable loomed just out of reach that smelled like trouble. This girl would only leave ruins wherever she went.
"Josa, I want you to bed someone in the castle, satisfy him," Ara said, her words cutting through the air with brutal clarity.
The room’s temperature dropped as the air shattered into icy shards. Madame Helene’s smile dried, her excitement giving way to a grimace of confusion and distaste.
"My Lady, she beds royals only. But someone in the castle?" Madame Helene’s voice held a note of uncertainty, and the discomfort in her eyes grew. "May I ask who that is?"
"The King of Thegara," Ara replied coldly. "He asked for a perfect whore, and I’m going to help him have her."
Josa’s face twisted in horror. A beast? Her sister’s husband? She was being sent to bed by a monster, a creature she could not fathom. The thought was too vile to accept.
"My Lady... please, can you forgive me this time?" Josa sank to her knees, her body trembling, eyes wide with terror as she begged for mercy.
"Guards!" Ara shouted, her voice a sharp command.
The guards stormed in without hesitation.
"Take her!" Ara’s voice was cold, colored with dark malice.
One of the guards seized the trembling girl, while the other drew his sword, its blade gleaming ominously at Madame Helene.