บท 197: Lost ( III )

"I didn't say you could sit," Lumielle accentuated, "Doesn't the person of higher status dictate when the person of lower status can sit?" She questioned, extending a hand to Eliard to gesture to the woman of lower status. 

"Who am I, Duchess?" 

"Shouldn't you know?" Eliard snapped, her expression had contorted, becoming angrily beautiful. She looked wrathful as if silk had started to burn. But, that didn't even phase her. In fact, she wanted to see more of it. 

Lumielle smiled, "It seems your maid wasn't the only person who lost their memory." She glanced at Viria as Evangeline wiped the blood off of Lumielle's hand to polish it back into porcelain. "Leo," she gestured to Eliard, "Why don't we instruct the Duchess who I am?" 

Leo unsheathed his sword as Eliard's face grew pale and she took a few steps back. Maids shrieked, grabbing their skirts and hiding their faces away. "YOU WOULDN'T DARE—"