"S-Sir Vestor—!"
Ruela scrambled up from her bed, but because she was still wearing the same dress she had worn at the banquet, parts of her body were exposed. In her current state, she truly looked like a prostitute.
Vestor frowned even deeper and turned his gaze away in disgust. "Conduct yourself, Ruela. Why would you wear such a thing to a banquet held for a child? And now you're still dressed like this while I'm visiting your courtyard?! Do you take me as a foul man who'd want to see that in the palace!?"
He assumed Ruela's maid had warned her repeatedly to change into proper clothing.
After all, she seemed to care deeply for her mistress. But it was Ruela who had refused, choosing instead to sob in bed while cursing the Beast King and his bloodline.
Had anyone else overheard her, she would have been executed on the spot for insulting the royal lineage.
"I-I'm sorry! I'll change immediately!" Ruela snapped, shooting Leah a glare for being unprepared.
