Ruel secretly screamed on the side - how could Taresha, a stupid girl, ask such a question? Not to mention that the fortress of Dunhold is the territory of Lordaeron, and the inhabitants and soldiers here are loyal to the Minahir family, and even elsewhere, His Royal Highness Prince Arthas is one of the most respected people in the world, where is he going, and why, can you ask a little maid?

However, Arthas's subsequent answer made the militia captain's eyes widen, and even his mouth opened with such force that he almost tore off his own jaw. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Huh, Taresa, have you forgotten? We agreed that we would take you back with me when I get back to Lordaeron......'s palace!" Didn't the aunt say that she would let you go to the palace to be a maid?, and did you have other arrangements?" asked Arthas, surprised.

"Ahh

Taresa hadn't thought Arthas remembered such a thing—and of course, she hadn't been without expectations.

After Arthas's departure, Taresa was overwhelmed by the fact that Thrall had been attacked and killed by Blackmore's master, but under the influence of her mother Lawrence, she was also slightly looking forward to going to Lordaeron's palace to serve the respected royal family of Lordaeron.

It's just that the long wait made Taresha, including her mother Lawrence, think that Arthas's original promise was just childish words, especially after she buried Thrall's body, and the gossip of other people in the castle made Taresa even more exhausted, and she had no intention of wanting to be a maid of the royal family.

Taresa buried Sal out of a spur of the moment, she didn't want Sal's body to rot in the corner of the courtyard or chopped into meat sauce as the people had planned, and Taresa didn't want Thrall's body to be insulted - she always insisted that Thrall had done nothing wrong.

However, what happened after that was something Taresa didn't expect, and after burying Sal's body, her life, the Folkestones, changed dramatically.

Taresa had been the object of attention for the young servants and grooms in the castle before, and although it was vaguely known in their hearts that the most beautiful maid in Dunhold Castle could only be the confinement of Blackmore's master, it did not prevent the young men who had been carried away by lust from flattering the maid - even if it was worth it.

However, after Taresa and her mother buried Thrall's body in plain sight, rumors of the witch began to circulate in the castle, and the Folkestone family was completely alienated by the rest of the castle.

Taresa had initially paid attention to the place where Thrall was buried, fearing that someone would secretly dig up Thrall's body, but that didn't happen, and the rest of the castle seemed to have completely forgotten Thrall's body, and only transferred all their hatred, fear, or disgust towards the orcs.

Taresa couldn't understand why these aunts and uncles, whom she had always respected, would use such vicious language to slander herself and her parents behind her back, and she didn't understand why her playmates who had grown up together since childhood suddenly alienated her.

Taressa sometimes wondered if His Royal Highness Prince Alsace had really come back here and left with her, would she have been able to be free? In the royal palace of Lordaeron, the members of the royal family must have been as kind and good as His Royal Highness the Prince of Alsace, right? The servants and attendants there would not speak ill of themselves behind their backs, would they?

However, as time passed, Taresa eventually gave up on this luxury, especially as she saw the legendary King staying at the castle.

Taresa remembers the day when the cook and servants in the castle were woken up and ordered to work in the middle of the night to prepare food and clean up the rooms.

Although she had been alienated by the others, and no one would speak to Taresha, Taresa heard the whispers of the other servants - it turned out that His Majesty, the most revered of all, had come to this little country castle.

Taresa did not see His Majesty in person, but when she returned home from her kitchen work, she saw the heavily armed soldiers in the courtyard.

In the light, Taresa had never seen such a burly warrior - they were nothing like the militia that Uncle Ruhl had brought, they were not fat, they were not as thin as a bamboo pole, each of them wore helmets that glittered in the night, and the accessories on the hilts of their swords were so ornate that the heirloom sword of the Blackmore family that had been given to him by his master to clean and care for looked like a burning stick.

Shortly thereafter, Taresha, who had not yet fallen asleep, was awakened by the noise of clanging bells, and she peeked through the crack in her door to see countless armies passing through the castle, all of them cavalry.

Taresa had never seen so many cavalry, and the spectacle caused Taresa to panic and close the door of her house after just a glance, running back to her bed, and hiding under the covers - she feared that if the soldiers found out they were peeping, they would punish herself and her family.

However, the tall horses and the mighty knights still gave Taresa a great psychological shock, and compared to the huge behemoths, the pack horses that Blackmore owner's groom groomed and fed every day were as short and ridiculous as a few little donkeys.

This is the majesty of His Majesty, this is the pomp of the royal family that everyone talks about - Taresa did not know that these soldiers were going to war, she thought it was just a guard of honour carried by His Majesty on an ordinary parade - could she be such a royal maid? Taresa felt that she was not worthy of this, that would be a disgrace to the royal family.

His Majesty's visit and departure caused only a small stir in the castle, and although many people saw His Majesty's army passing by, and some young male servants still admired the might of the soldiers, life was back to its former normality - though it was much more difficult for the Folkestones.

Exclusion and isolation have intensified in recent days, and have even begun to develop in a more radical direction – there is always a knock on the door of the Taresa family at night, only to be opened to find no one.