Her maids ended up having to wait, and considering the fresh marks on her skin, Rose couldn't even offer any excuses; she just apologized. Usually, she would have some time for the marks to fade a little, but she had no such luck now.
The two sisters helped her prepare for the morning, changed her sheets, and took care of her used nightdress. She was certain they all knew; there was no way to hide it.
Isla did try to bring it up at times, but her sister shut her up and now she didn't ask any more questions. Rose was grateful, as she didn't have answers. After all, what was she going to tell them?
Yes, I am the crown prince's mistress.
The horror.
Even if they all had an inkling, it was still very embarrassing. Not only was she a mistress, but she was also a kept woman, literally kept in a room.
