The silence of the room was deafening as she put on her clothes. She could practically feel the mistress glaring holes into her back, but she chose not to notice.

　　Done dressing, she faced the king who's brows was knitted as he read a scroll he brought out from his wardrobe. She bowed her head, "Good day, Master."

　　"Get out, Danika." He said without sparing her a glance.

　　She bowed again and turned towards the door.

　　The mistress was opening stabbing her with her eyes filled with so much rage and hatred because the king wasn't watching.

　　Danika didn't lower her eyes, instead, her eyes held hers.

　　This woman that...