The guards around the table all looked toward the courtyard entrance with the exact same expression people wore when they had just prepared a beautiful meal and then suddenly saw a fly dive straight into the soup.
In the next moment, the owner of that voice appeared.
The woman stumbled into the courtyard wearing a face full of righteous anger, grievance, and the kind of overblown drama that made people feel tired before she even reached the center.
Behind her followed two maids who looked half frightened and half excited, because although their mistress was currently acting like she had been wronged by the entire world, both of them could clearly smell trouble, and women who liked drama often became strangely brave when they believed they were standing on the side of "family feeling."
