Tilla obediently followed Anastasia.
Tilla was the one to often start a conversation when the two of them were together. However, at the moment, Tilla was as quiet as a mouse.
So, Anastasia took the lead and asked, “How are you holding up, Tilla? Is the incident that happened in the dungeon still haunting you?”
Tilla let out a heavy sigh and replied, “Considering how it happened just a few hours ago, no, I am not holding up great. No matter what the royal advisor said, the pitiful sight of the prisoners in the dungeon and the fact that I narrowly escaped from the claws of Lord Vincent won’t change.”
Anastasia could see Tilla’s hands slightly shaking. She held her handmaid’s hand and tried to comfort her, “I’m pretty sure that Vincent meant no harm and only tried to scare you. But he overdid it. He is a pretty docile one among the vampires if you ask me.”
