Chapter 353: The King's Appearance

"Your Highness… Chancellor, the Court Council will convene shortly, and he asked… asked if you would be attending?" The Attendant stood trembling at the door, her back nearly bent parallel to the ground.

Yet the person she was questioning was not some bloodthirsty villain, but merely a fifteen-year-old girl.

Although few had witnessed the carnage that befell the palace firsthand, everyone had heard the rumors: It was said that this seemingly frail Ninth Princess killed all of her brothers and sisters with a decorative dagger. As every royal offspring lay fallen, she stood amidst the bloodbath, smiling.

Those were all nobles of the esteemed Laurel Family!

If she could slaughter such high nobility without a second thought, wouldn't commoners be less than dogs and pigs in her eyes? The Attendant feared that by stepping through the door left foot first, she might enrage the other and meet a grisly end of beheading.