Chapter 116: His Thighs.
Jean inclined her head in respect. "Your Grace," she greeted, "I was brought into the castle by the Third Prince, Alaric."
At the mention of Alaric, Lilian’s gaze hardened, though she said nothing. She didn’t control Alaric’s choices, after all.
Lady Margaretha, however, wasn’t done venting. She leaned in, her voice harsh and biting. "Listen, Jean," she said with a forced smile.
"Salviana may appear sweet and charming now, but don’t be fooled. One day, she’ll cast you aside, just like she did to me, without a second thought. Don’t expect her affections to last."
Jean met Margaretha’s glare calmly, her smile unwavering. "I hope I last in her service, Lady Margaretha. I truly do," she said, her tone genuine, almost sincere.
But there was a quiet confidence in her words that seemed to unsettle Margaretha, who turned away with a scowl.
Lilian watched the exchange, mildly amused, before giving a small nod. "Well, then, Jean Goliath, I hope you manage to serve the seventh princess with as much grace as you show now. Not everyone here is as welcoming as they seem." Her eyes darted to Margaretha, a subtle dig that was not lost on Jean.
"Thank you, Your Grace," Jean replied, bowing once more. She could sense the tension and jealousy simmering just below the surface, but she remained collected.
Margaretha’s face contorted as she resumed walking alongside Lilian, casting one last disdainful glance over her shoulder.
In contrast, Lilian’s refined posture and graceful steps highlighted the difference between them, while Margaretha’s exaggerated attire made her look almost ridiculous.
As they walked away, Jean exhaled quietly, realizing that her path in the castle would not be without obstacles. But a slight smile lingered on her lips; she had no intention of being so easily dismissed.