Chapter 7

Chapter 7

"Your Highness...! Your Highness! I didn't do it! I didn't!"

The pitiful voice faded into the distance as I stood silently behind Princess Miranda, watching everything with indifference.

"A mere servant dares to dream of my husband... how utterly ridiculous!"

Princess Miranda's voice dripped with disdain and anger, the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes becoming more pronounced with her fury. It was true what they said-anger really does add years to one's face. Her once beautiful and enchanting face now bore a few faint lines that were hard to miss.

Rumors described Princess Miranda as not only beautiful and charming but also gentle and talented, almost like an angel on earth. However, the reality was quite the opposite. Her temper was unpredictable, and she was often unreasonable, even cruel. Whenever something displeased her, she would beat and scold the servants with extreme harshness. Especially when it came to Nolan, she was like a powder keg, ready to blow up at any moment.

Her temper was such that she would hit and scold without warning. Even I was not exempt from her wrath at times.

"Karlee, why do some people have such wild fantasies..." Princess Miranda asked, her expression relaxing as if she was asking casually.

"Your Highness is of noble birth, so it's only expected that lowly people would have delusions about your possessions."

I reached out and fed her a peeled grape. Princess Miranda was arrogant and domineering, and I had learned to cater to her whims.

She chewed a few times, then frowned slightly. I realized trouble was brewing.

"What awful grapes... so sour."

I quickly knelt down before she could get angry, holding out my hands in front of her. She spat the grape pulp into my hands and wiped her mouth with a small handkerchief.

Princess Miranda's gaze flickered, seemingly noticing my pale, delicate palms. A glint of interest appeared in her eyes.

"Karlee, I see you don't do much heavy work, yet your hands are so well-maintained... Can you share your secret for keeping them so soft?"

Her tone was gentle and kind, as if she genuinely wanted to know my secret. However, in the next instant, her voice turned sharp and icy.

"Or perhaps, you too have thoughts of seducing my husband?"

I kept my head down, body tense, but I controlled myself not to show any extra emotion or movement. I had to become a lifeless, emotionless doll because I knew that any slip-up would lead to unimaginable, cruel punishment.