Anna and Clarice felt that the little princess before them was like the most dangerous beast, ready to tear them apart at any moment—Alexandra was trying her best to mimic Ye Er's expression when signing a death warrant.
These two maids who were accustomed to a peaceful life in the Palace of Versailles were stunned into silence, only able to nod frantically out of sheer instinct.
In truth, Alexandra was new and merely a child; how could she wield such power? She couldn't possibly seek help from the Crown Prince for such matters.
Yet the two maids, overwhelmed by her formidable aura, harbored no doubts, silently cursing Veronique for getting them involved with such a tough character.
Alexandra waved the two away and sternly instructed the other maids to tidy up the room and attend to her washing.
It wasn't until she lay on the bed, candles extinguished, that she finally sighed with relief, the iciness on her face melting into helplessness.
