I stared at Marga who is sitting down near the princess’ head. Both of us have been watching Faith and Princess Aldrea for hours already but neither of us wants to leave. At this point, I am beginning to trust her loyalty to the princess. Moreover, she looked sleepy but still refused to give up. Her head had been repeatedly hanging, perhaps wanting to be laid on a bed but she still didn’t want to do so.
“Does the princess have any known enemies inside the palace?” I asked.
Marga was a bit surprised but gradually calmed herself down. She looked at me and studied my face as if gauging if she can trust me or not. She let out a heavy sigh after a few minutes.
“She has none…” she answered.
I stared at her eyes, attempting to extract the reality from her statements.
“But
