Clueless

The words cut like a blade, sharp and precise.

But Nnenna… she didn't flinch.

She just stood there, her expression unreadable.

Let them talk.

Let them whisper.

She had no intention of answering to fools.

"Why else?" a maid suddenly spoke up, her voice laced with scorn.

"Obviously, she doesn't want to give up the position. Do you know how lucky she is that the king went to an orphanage and chose her? It's not like he was lacking a daughter. He already had a fine one, a multi talented, beautiful, and truly noble daughter."

Ebere's personal maid was quick to chime in, her words dripping with admiration as she praised her mistress.

"Yes! And the king just went back and picked another out of pity," another maid added. "She should be grateful! Who in their right mind would give up such an opportunity? To leech off a prosperous kingdom like this?"