Three days had passed, and Taya hadn't seen any sign of Orig, as if he had vanished from the palace without a trace. She continued her weekly training sessions with Miss Smith.
"Excuse me for saying this, Your Majesty, but I think you've been too harsh on Prince Orig," muttered Evia as she watched her lady punching the heavy bag with such force, as though she imagined Orig in its place. Even the curses that Taya uttered were loud and clear. If things continued like this, no one could predict the consequences, and Evial certainly didn't want to lose her job.
"What?" Taya shouted as she wiped the sweat from her brow, walking over to stand in front of Evial, who quickly averted her eyes.