Leah was busy trying to calm her mistress, who had been crying nonstop ever since the incident at the banquet.
Ruela lay sprawled across her bed, burying her face into the pillow as she sobbed repeatedly. She would pause for a few seconds, only to burst into loud wails again before dissolving back into sobs.
She was an absolute mess right now, and nothing could make her feel better after the Beast King looked at her like she was a piece of trash.
"Miss, you might faint if you keep crying like this," Leah said gently. "You're not a little girl anymore. Crying won't solve anything."
"And what do you expect me to do, Leah?" Ruela snapped. "I was rejected by the King in front of the entire palace. I have no face left to show. I'm as good as dead."
