While Milena was walking with the Royal Guards, a crowd had formed around. The population of the Capital was watching, shocked to see the Young Duchess De Crescent taken away by the soldiers.
Everyone knew who Milena was, just because of her gorgeous purple eyes. Some of the shop owners were standing on their storefront, watching with crossed arms and upset faces. A child pointed at her before his mother scolded him. There were eight soldiers flanking Milena, but that seemed too much to escort a fifteen-year-old girl.
“What did the lady do?”
“She interrupted the food distribution of the Noble Lady De Winter…”
“What? Why is she being interrogated!”
Some people voiced out their unhappiness, surprising the Royal Guards. One of them glanced at Milena, but the young Duchess was acting p
