บท 41: Chapter 41 : A pattern?

"Lillian, get dressed, you're excused. I'll finish up here myself" Elias ordered

"Y-Yes Sir," Lillian immediately complied

She moved quickly, her hands trembling as she reached for her discarded clothes. Her chemise was the first to be pulled over her head, the soft fabric rustling against her skin. She fumbled with the her uniform, her fingers working hastily to lace it up, the ribbons slipping through her slender fingers in her urgency

Still holding Queen Seraphina's wrist in a firm grasp, Elias watched as Lillian left his chambers dressed scantily,

"Now you, I'll ask again. What were you trying to do?" He demanded, looking down at the queen, exuding an icy pressure

The queen struggled to pry her arm off, but Elias was bit budging at all, "L-Let go of me" She whimpered