“I want to see the man who is called The Serpent,” Savannah declared, seeing the maid go pale.
“My Queen,” the woman in front of her stuttered. “I am not sure you are allowed to see him.”
That was exactly what she expected. This couldn’t have been easy. Nothing in her life was ever easy despite her being a princess. It was not fair, yet by now, she was already used to this. Moreover, she knew how to overcome such obstacles.
“You just called me your Queen,” Savvy pointed out. “Am I not your Queen then?”
“Y-you are,” the girl was visibly uncomfortable, fiddling with the hem of her wool jumper.
“Then what is the problem?” Savannah chose to look ignorant. It would be safer for her if they all considered her much simpler than she really was.
“The King,” the maid did not dare to look into
