Chapter 142

“Zora, how many hours left to breakfast?”

The young maid paused and glanced at the clock. “Two, my princess.”

“Do you think that’s enough to know about someone?”, Waxlyn asked.

“Depends on the person, my princess.”

“It’s Gales.”

“Oh. Why would you want to know more about a farmhand’s son my princess?”

Waxlyn eyed her. “Is questioning your princess what you’re being paid for?”

Zora shook her head, eyes glued to the floor. “No, my princess. Sorry, my princess.”

Waxlyn rolled her eyes. “I’ll try on the dress later. There’s somewhere I have to go first.”

She dashed out of the room and rushed up to the attic, ignoring the servants’ look as she passed them. The chair he frequently warmed was empty so she decided to check if he was in the library. A zap of electricity shot up her arm once she touched the door knob.hissing, she retreated, massaging her affected arm.

“You royals never learn, do you?”

She turned around as he ap