Chapter 99: Meeting The New Lady In Waiting.
Morning.
Gates, Wydkeep Castle.
Wyfellon, Wyfn-Garde.
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Priscilla stumbled as the guard dragged her along the cold stone corridor, his grip bruising her arm. The other maids watched silently, their faces a mix of pity and grim satisfaction.
She had been humiliated by the prince himself—forced to cut her own hair, her pride stripped along with every lock she severed. And now, they were casting her out.
As they neared the castle gates, the guard guiding her slowed, his grip loosening but not in mercy. He leaned close, his lips brushing against her ear, voice thick with mock sympathy.
"If you’d only agree, I’d marry you, you know. Even with all they say about you. Might be your last chance at a decent life." His hand lingered, rough fingers tracing her waist.
A surge of anger boiled within her. Without hesitation, she stomped down hard on his foot, the sickening crunch of bone followed by his grunt of pain.
She jerked free, storming ahead toward the open gates without looking back. The other guards exchanged uneasy glances but made no move to stop her as she passed.
Outside the castle walls, she seethed, the memory of her disgrace burning in her mind. They would pay for this, she vowed, fists clenched. Every last one of them. She would bide her time, wait for the right moment, and then she would return.