*Ainslee*
“What in the world are you talking about, you foul-mouthed hussy?” Bertha’s hands are on her hips as she lifts onto her tiptoes to try to look me in the eye. I’m petite, but she’s even shorter than me.
I knew the moment I walked into this garden that there was wolfsbane growing here. I thought I smelled it in the so-called solution, but I definitely smelled it when I walked outside. Now that I am close enough to the herb garden, I can see it with my own eyes, and I am livid.
How many people has this b***h killed with that s**t—and why?
“Bertha, watch the name calling,” the prince tells her.
She wheels around, her eyes wide, and looks to him for help. “Me? Did you hear what she just said to me? This little b***h thinks she can come into my herb garden and accuse me of doing s
