Cherry's heels echoed loudly against the floor as she stormed down the corridor, rage building in her chest like wildfire.
The nerve.
The sheer audacity of Rose. Dismissing her like some lowly servant?
She was her sister.
She was her elder sister!
She was the one who was supposed to be the Queen.
She was the one who had kept the kingdom functioning in her absence. And now? She was being tossed aside in favor of a slave girl with a bleeding heart and too much mouth.
This was the least of her problems moreover.
What she truly needed now was to find out what exactly Rose knew and how.
Rose who had never accepted her daughter's death now all of sudden believed it?
Something was off.
Someone knew something and that someone had told Rose.
She suspected the same person was the one who had told Rose about Bernice in the first place.
Because how had she conveniently know that Bernice had been poisoned.
Good goddess!
