"Y-Y-Your Highness!!!"
Now that they've truly seen me, I watch the color drain from their faces, like ink bleeding from parchment. All three girls stumble backward before collapsing into messy, frantic bows. There's no grace to their movement. No poise. Just raw, unfiltered terror.
Their bodies are shaking as if winter itself has settled into their bones. None of them dares to lift their gaze. Heads down. Backs bent. Eyes pinned to the polished stone beneath their knees.
And their mouths…
Moments ago, they spat curses like venom, whispered filth behind my back, coated my name in the foulest words they could find.
But now?
Sealed shut.
None dared to say a single more words.
As if a cat really has stolen their tongues.
"Hmmm?"
