Margaret treaded towards the corridor leading to the maidens quarters, the sound of her footsteps echoed through the halls as she held the sides of her gown while she worked. She was still enraged at the fact that a mere maid caught her frolicking with a man in her bedroom and that same maiden was capable of making her world crumble.
As she approached, she saw the outline of someone leaning against the wall. Though she was far, Margaret could tell that the person was female due to her hair, the outfit she wore and the curviness of her breasts. The maiden in question had her arms folded against her shoulder and her head lifted up slightly, as if she was almost staring at the ceiling.
The chapter has been updated, thank you.