"Your Highness!"

Mrs. B heard the shrill call from one of the maids in the room. She hastened her footsteps, an inkling of panic rising in her chest.

"What's going on here?" Mrs. B. asked as she walked into the room.

Due to the commotion caused earlier, they had taken it upon themselves to move to a different place.

"Is she being difficult?" Mrs. B asked, a frown resting between her brows when the maids responded by nodding.

"Yes," Olive replied, coming forward towards her mom. "I think her highness is still shaken, and she refuses to let anyone touch her."

"Oh, good heavens!" Mrs. B exclaimed faintly, her hand...