CHAPTER 18

A SCOWLING face plastered expeditiously everytime Margaret would heave a deep sigh from the tediously monotous periphery she settled in now. The celestial sun is quarter in position before its highest peak and its rays pervade with slight aching tan to one's skin so accompanying the comcealed witch was put into halt. They are now resting in one of the pavilions built to every garden erected inside the palace dominion. Yseah was freed with boredom since she brought a book with her to scan with her fingers while Margaret was engrossed with time running slow since she only had herself with nothing but her bickering mouth at the handful handmaiden's that tailed to everywhere their feet's brought them.

The handful handmaiden's were fresh at their jobs since the past maidservants were already buried beneath the grounds. At the very same night where Yseah was gone lost at the labyrinth maze, it was secretly admonish by Noah -the kingdom's sword bearer, -and took care already