My body frequently flinched in the carriage to see Octavious in front of the main door with so many aides of his, maids, Malenda, and Caroline. All of them were standing in that harsh, cold weather. I felt like they were waiting to greet me for coming with a successful mission. The worried part wasn't that. It was my appearance. Which was painted with the blood of those bodies that were killed by my hand. There were so many bloodstains on my dress. There was no way that I could avoid it from so many eyes.
An imperial knight knocked on the carriage door to come out.
"We have arrived, Your Majesty."
I was dead silent. My thought to silently go back to my room and get fresh failed. The tension wasn't about getting caught; it was about showing them this side of me out of nowhere. What would they think to see me like that? Would Octavious be worried or be angry to see me like that? Countless questions were flying in my head.
"Your Majesty?"