Anastasia took a deep breath, willing herself to endure the pain, and she pressed her bleeding finger against her dress skirt. She then stood up to continue her duties as a maid, this time being extra cautious of where she walked.
Dante, who was quietly finishing his meal, detected a distinct metallic scent in the air. Blood. Since a few days ago, his nose and ears had grown more sensitive, allowing him to perceive things he didn't notice before. His eyes moved around the room before they fell on the maid, whose face had turned red.
When a minister stepped inside the room and whispered something in King Maxwell's ear, everyone's attention shifted to the individual, making them wonder what the urgent matter was about.
"Is everything alright?" Queen Maya asked her son.
