That evening, after being made to crawl behind Zarah, Arabella was simply left in the training room without any other remarks or subsequent orders.
The hag seemingly had other fish to fry, calling upon Arwa and Mira to serve the prince that night.
Despite the fact that those two had shown her no mercy, it still ached her heart to see the dejected looks on their faces. Especially Arwa who put both hands under her pregnant belly.
They glared down at her when passing by, but the young woman just looked away, wrapped her arms around her legs, pulling her knees to the chin and settled an inch away from the nearest wall.
The door to the dormitory of the pleasure girls opened on Margarette and Irene. They immediately plastered faint smiles on when noting her.
"Dinner has been served. I will get you some-" Irene started.
