Chapter 52: Warning Margaretha Saxe
Throughout the confrontation, the lady-in-waiting, who had accompanied the maids, stood awkwardly at the back, trying to make herself as invisible as possible.
She avoided all eye contact, her gaze fixed on the floor, her body rigid as she desperately hoped not to be drawn into the argument.
Alaric’s eyes finally settled back on Mathilde, his words cutting through the tension like a blade. "My wife’s well-being is my concern. If she requires anything, she will let you know. Until then, you will wait. And you will not harass her at the door again."
Mathilde’s lips thinned, and though her pride demanded she push further, the weight of Alaric’s presence was too much. She nodded curtly, her posture stiff with barely concealed frustration. "Yes, Your Grace," she muttered, her voice bitter as she bowed her head slightly.
His words were slow, deliberate, each syllable laced with warning. "She is my wife and that should be reason enough for you to wait until summoned. You have no business here."
Mathilde visibly swallowed, her hands clenching into fists at her sides as she tried to maintain control over the situation. "Yes, Your Grace," she muttered again, her voice bitter as she inclined her head slightly, her pride barely holding her together.
Without another word, she straightened her posture, but in her heart, she knew she would never willingly come to these chambers again—no matter how many maids came to report about the seventh princess. She turned on her heel and left, her frustration seething just beneath the surface, yet she dared not defy Alaric any further.
Alaric’s gaze now settled on the lady-in-waiting who stood awkwardly at the back, trying her best to become invisible. His eyes narrowed, and his voice dropped to a dangerously soft murmur. "Who are you?"
The woman trembled slightly, her throat constricting as she cleared it nervously. "I am Lady Margaretha Saxe, Your Grace. I serve as Princess Salviana’s lady-in-waiting."