Chapter 227: Not So Useless
Welma walked up the stairs and was astounded by the number of guards that lined the hallway. She had met a few of them at the entrance of the crown prince’s wing and had been asked her name. Welma had given it to them without much thought, but now that she was on Rose’s floor, she understood just how serious it was.
She was only here because she had been told the sisters were taking too long after serving Rose lunch. There was also a change in the crown prince’s wing and only certain servants were allowed in. The way the servant had phrased the message was almost like Welma was expected to go to confirm this, and not just because the sisters were taking too long.
Welma wondered if the Queen had heard about this or if she was supposed to report it. Her relationship with the ladies-in-waiting had been a little strained since the incident with the Lord.
She didn’t know what had happened with him, and it wasn’t exactly something she could ask about, so all she could do was wait for the day she would be dragged into the dungeons.
Welma got to the front of Rose’s bedchamber and was equally surprised—two guards were standing on each side of the double door. They stared at her oddly behind their helmets; they almost looked ready to battle. Welma was completely taken aback. Even the King’s and Queen’s wings didn’t have this many guards around.
Welma curtsied, but they ignored her, and seeing as they weren’t asking her to leave, she walked through the middle of them and knocked on the door. A giggling Isla answered.
"Welma," she cried.
"Yes," she whispered and looked into the room, but she couldn’t see much with the tall Isla towering in front of her. "I was wondering what was happening. The kitchen has been waiting for the dishes."
"Oh," Isla said and stepped away from the door to let Welma in. "I forgot."
Welma walked in and saw Rose in the middle of getting dressed while Chelsy was struggling to tie the ropes. There were beads of sweat on Chelsy’s forehead, which was furrowed in concentration.
