The Messed Up Princess: Scarlet

“Take your time. I’ll be happy to see you have your fill.” Laylin meant it.

Scarlet lips turned up in a weak attempt at a sarcastic smile and waved her hand so her servants turned their faces away.

A kindred spirit. They were kindred spirits.

Laylin didn’t wish to exhaust herself with the prissy Princess anyway. Besides, she understood her.

Not every master saw their underlings as assets, some formed a family, a tribe of a kind.

It can happen when you have no one else to rely on or trust. As their superior, you guard them as a mother hen would and punish them when you feel they are out of line.

Scarlet would be in a pain, Laylin couldn't imagine.

Scarlet gobbled down food like a starved street urchin. She was eating with her hand spilling food and licking cutlery. Despite her empty stomach Laylin lost her appetite for a second time. Tears were brimming the Rakhbar's Princess eye lids without falling while she sniffled and stuffed her face.

'This Royal Family was really bad for