''Ah!''
''Apologies, my princess.''
The maid behind her and working on the corset that clung to her body like a second skin bowed beside her. Wish only tried to breathe properly in this thing they were all trying to crush her organs with. How seriously do the women here endure this under their dresses?
''It's alright.''
The maid nodded her head and continued with her work, but this time a bit softer with it than before. No one wants to have their head on a silver plate and displayed before their homes by the king if anything wrong happens to the princess royal, a title gifted to her by the queen mother herself.
