The doors slammed behind Hildegard so hard the walls trembled.
Rose and King Roland both flinched.
Roland raised a brow, letting out a low whistle. "Well… someone must be very angry."
Rose didn't answer.
She only let out a long, exhausted sigh and sank back into her seat. Her bones felt heavier than usual. Her heart felt heavier still.
She reached for her quill with shaking fingers and resumed scribbling on the scrolls before her, pretending to focus.
Roland walked up to her desk. "Rose. What is wrong?"
She didn't look up. Not at first.
The ink quivered at the end of her quill as she forced herself to continue writing.
"Rose." He repeated in a much more gentle voice that made her calm down.
Finally, she muttered with a slight irritation, "It's about Jasmine," and dipped the quill again.
Roland scoffed lightly. "I truly don't understand why Hildegard is making such a fuss about that girl. She is guilty."
Rose froze.
