Chapter 210

CLAIRE's POV

I sat down on the chair, just as the woman had instructed me to, although, I was a bit reluctant to have a chat with her. Something about the way she smiled at me seemed so fake and plastic, it was almost eerie In a way.

The woman looked like a doll, with her perfect, white porcelain skin, glowing under the warm sun. She crossed her legs, her silky blue gown, swaying with the movements of her legs. Her eyes were fixed on me, like I was a specimen, put out for observation.

"Claire, was it? How do you fancy the palace?" She asked with a curt smile.

I swallowed to lubricate my dey throat and spoke.

"It is very pretty," was the only thing I could voice.

Her smile grew even more at my words.

"Are you happy to be here? Of course, you may be feeling down due to how my daughter, Diana treated you."

I blinked at her in surprise. Was she actually concerned about how her own daughter had treated a stranger like me? I felt my heart melt at her kindness, but I still hadn't guard up.