"My goodness, what kind of country bumpkin was that? Does he have no manners at all?" exclaimed the countess who was combing Lina's hair. Her tone suggested that she had personally suffered an unbearable insult.
"Who knows? I've only met him a few times," another woman replied. The baroness was crouching beside Lina, helping her put on her shoes. "Perhaps he's related to some noble family. He's so foolish that I can hardly stand looking at him."
A younger lady, who appeared to be a relative of an earl, immediately joined the conversation. "I don't understand what the guards outside are doing. How could they let someone like that enter Your Majesty's private chambers? Have they forgotten your orders already? This is outrageous! Your Majesty, you must reprimand them properly. Otherwise, who knows what they might allow in the future?"
