In the days that followed, the palace was thrown into even more frenzy.
"Ensure the hall is ready!"
"Fix the lights!"
"Everything must be perfect for the Heir's party."
Madam Fion issued multiple orders to the already busy workers.
With the excuse of having to change and feed Arik, along with Rosabel being one of the Higher workers, Idalia had managed to find time to sneak away from some of the duties.
The injuries on her back made her weak, having a baby strapped to her constantly did not make it any easier. The more she worked, the more she felt like she would pass out.
Madam Fion had caught her once and she had quickly pulled Arik against her.
"You are not working. It is either you are working or you are dead, and you are obviously not dead."
Idalia had given the excuse of feeding Arik. She promised to return to work immediately, but Madam Fion didn't seem pleased at all. In fact, she was starting to get furious when Rosabel had stepped in and sweet-talked her.
