Evelyn
Before I can answer the king’s question, the one who pushed me puts on a dramatically sad expression and opens her big, lying mouth. “Your maid bullied me!” she complains to Alexander. “She should be thrown out for treating your guests with such disdain!”
I grit my teeth as I stand. “I did not bully her,” I insist.
The king looks between us. “You’d better not lie. I hate liars.”
“Yes,” the conniving female agrees, turning to face me self-righteously. “Lying is beneath even you. Facing our own flaws is challenging, but I’m sure you’ll feel much better once you admit your mistake and leave the king’s palace.”
My stomach drops at Alexander’s silence. He merely looks between all four of us women in his room, and I fear he has believed the other female’s lies.
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