D-day: A Friend to Foe

"Almira" Bella called, holding Almira's wrist. Her eyes were focused on the other servants walking in the hallway.

She pulled Almira to the side. The quick briefing of the do's and don'ts servants must sternly follow just finished a moment ago. They are on their way to their respective posts. But she needs to talk first with Almira.

The moment the last person faded in her view, she faced Almira who had her poker expression on display.

"What is it?" Almira asked.

"I need to ask you something" she checks both sides of the hallway to make sure no one can hear their conversation.

"You're not going to tell the prince that Seira was the Destined Princess right?"

She forgot to ask her earlier. But she clearly remembers how Almira reacted when Seira denied herself being chosen.

Almira raised a brow, "What do you think I will do?"

She shrugged "You're really asking me that, of course, you will tell His Highness"