His fear

Chapter 37 His fear

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Meisi hummed a folk countryside song as she worked on her embroidery piece. Aside from being a delusional wannabe Queen, she was a talented embroiderer. Her pieces were always beautiful and aesthetically pleasing to the eyes. She was dressed in a sky blue blue sleeveless blouse and a matching skirt. One of her embroidery patterns stood elegantly on the band of her skirt.

She often embroiders the king's pillow case as his handkerchiefs, but ever since he found the Queen, He stopped caring about the little things she does for him. He eats Linda's dishes as usual, he still has Konan's paintings in his room but stops asking her for her handkerchiefs. She believed he was still punishing her for that incident with his child. And when he finally got tired of the Queen, he would come back to her again.

“ Your worship!” One of her maids screamed as she entered Meisi's chamber. The Young maid held her breath as Meisi fixed the slave a piercing glare.

“ The Queen..” The gir