Winifred was angry at everything at the moment. The fact that the Prince handed her over to the scary head of servants and the fact that she had just faced yet another humiliation of her life. Her buttocks stung like she had just been bitten by a scorpion and her face felt painful, even her lips hurt from being pulled on too hard.

She hid her face in Arthur's fabric as he carried her, ignoring the fact that he had just said he was sorry. Soon, they were in his room and she still couldn't bring herself to look him in the eye, this was one thing she couldn't understand....