บท 117: Distraught

The girl lowered her head low and respectfully, bowing and stating that the prince had replaced her servants at the last moment. 

The girl was very adept at dressing a bulky wedding dress and arranging an ornate hairstyle from her thick mop of hair. The final touch was the crown, which Artemis did not allow the maid to take, placing it on her head on her own. 

A quiet sneer was heard behind her, and she turned around, not believing her own ears, but the maid stood as meek and submissive as before. Having spent everything on her anxiety, she went to the door, but at the same moment a rag soaked in some liquid, tightly pressed to her nose and mouth, fell on her.  And literally in a matter of seconds she lost consciousness, without even having time to understand what had happened.

The servant threw the rag aside, not even deigning to pick up the falling unconscious body. Her gaze was fixed on only one element that had value at the moment. Crown.