The sharp prick of a pin jabbed into King Korva's side, causing him to let out a furious "uuff!" as he looked down at the small, red-haired woman with a mouthful of pins hanging from her lips.
"That's the last time, Risha. You are not competent enough for a seamstress. Go back to the kitchens where you belong!" he barked at the small girl as she ran out of the room, tears streaming down her face but knowing what would happen if she angered the king any more.