บท 48: Chapter 48 -- Be My Daughter

Arendt continued to unbutton my dress. When he opened the third button near my chest, I came to my senses and shoved him with force.

"Get away from me," I yelled. "You are a murderer!"

"Aren't you the same, My Lady?" Arendt asked coldly.

"What?" I asked, dumbfounded.

"If you had cooperated from the beginning, they wouldn't lose their heads," he said while soaking the wipe in the warm water.

He continued to clean me. "Why are you acting so disobediently? Did I not assure you that the Lord will answer your every question?" he asked gently.

"How can I believe his words when his butler is a murderer?" I asked in a tiny voice.

I grabbed his wrist and shoved it away. "I will wash myself. Get lost," I ordered him calmly.

I thought he would force me. But he left the room quietly. I stared at the gown he had brought for me. I realized my kingdom was nowhere near alright if not in grievous danger.