Chapter 208: Unexpected Guest.
"And why was this in my grape?" Henry shot the fallen girl a cold, dead-eyed stare. He hadn't even risen from his seat. He simply looked down at her, as one might look at a bug that had dared to crawl onto one's picnic blanket. The chilling disinterest in his gaze was worse than any rage.
The fanning had stopped completely now. The other three servants stood like beautiful, terrified statues, their faces pale, eyes wide with fright. Not one of them dared to move, to help their fallen companion, to even breathe too loudly, lest they attract the icy beam of his wrath onto themselves.
That would've been the case if not because.
"My Lord, if I may..." A lone voice, thin but brave, emerged admisst the tense silence. It was the servant who had been massaging his shoulders, she had kind eyes and a stubborn streak of compassion that was currently warring with her instinct for self-preservation.
