Amber's POV
"Do they do that a lot?" Blaze asks as the door closes behind the maid. I nod, and shrug my shoulders at the same time.
"All the time since I came here, and I actually dismissed those Chase assigned to help me dress and get ready. I don't want their condescending comments and looks. So, I told them I can get ready myself." Both Berion and Blaze look angry, but I tell them it's no big deal. I don't want anyone to get in trouble, and it's not an issue.
"Well, if you insist, little moon." Blaze concedes, and Berion smiles while sipping the tea.