Outside the servant quarter, that old lady servant was constantly parading back and forth while fidgeting her fingertips. Her keen, anxious eyes were looking as far as she could at the yard leading towards the path which guides inside the main castle. Her wrinkled small face seemed pretty distressed along with her gestures as if something was deeply bothering her mind.
'That brat should have returned by now… He was just given the task of mopping the hallways leading to the Crown Prince's chamber, but it's been past evening already! Gosh, that fool…he shouldn't have come to this dangerous place if he never intended to stay here!
'His hand was also pretty badly injured…so is that why it's taking him a long time to return? Should I just go and check on him? This is really worrying me now.'
Several anxious thoughts were running through her mind as she continued strolling back and forth. Biting her lower lip, she looked over at the yard again and exhaled a heavy sigh with a frown.
