The Queen turned to look at Sylvia sternly. "Did you perhaps notice that my horse was sick and decided to still continue riding it anyways?"
"Ah… I…" Sylvia stammered, though inwardly she was calm and steady.
She didn't want to answer the Queen just yet. Otherwise, the snakes hiding in the dark wouldn't have a chance to come out and dance.
And just like she had expected… before she could even gather her answer…
Ah! Priscella gasped, suddenly standing up and apologizing to the Queen out of nowhere. "Your highness. Please. You have to forgive me and please forgive Miss Sylvia. This is all my fault."
Anastasia turned to look at the woman in surprise. "What do you mean, Lady Priscella?" She asked, her voice still stern, but also softer as she was addressing the Duke's daughter.
"This… perhaps if I hadn't been so competitive…" Priscella stammered.
"Hmmm?" The Queen raised her brow. She was not satisfied with her apology or her answer.
