"No one knows, it's up to the monarch. But I do believe she will be on her feet in no time. Yes, the monarch is the ruler, but she has power. She's the mother of the empire."
I should save my concern then. Why was I even concerned in the first place? She tried to kill me! But I guess, stupid me, will always have a soft spot for mothers.
There was one time I massaged my stepmother's sore feet when she was knocked out in bed after making preparations for a ball. I was cleaning her room that day out of punishment for not completing my duties.
I saw how red her feet were, and I was compelled to ease them. I still huff at myself at that memory.
I was really pathetic.
"You're doing it again."
I sighed, suddenly stressed by this brat. "What?"
"Spacing out."
"Spacing out?"
"That's what I shall call it whenever you stare blankly at something for too long," she replied, dipping her hand in the water as I did, she swirled her waist and the Koi fish followed the movement.
