PS: The chapter release is repeated, sorry

Ruhl secretly screamed - how could Taresha, a stupid girl, ask such a question? Not to mention that the fortress of Dunhold is the territory of Lordaeron, and its inhabitants and soldiers owe allegiance to the Minethil family; Even elsewhere, His Royal Highness Prince Alsace 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.

"Huh? Taresa did you forget? We agreed that when I return to Lordaeron Palace, we will bring you back with us! Lawrence ...... Didn't the aunt say that she would let you go to the palace to be a maid? Do you have other arrangements? Arthas asked, surprised.

"Yikes!" Taresa screamed, her hands covering her mouth.

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

Taresa buried Sal only 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 men planned, 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.

Previously, Taresa had been the object of attention for the young servants and grooms in the castle, although everyone had a vague idea that the most beautiful maid in Dunhold Castle could only be the confinement of Blackmore's master. But this did not prevent the young men who had been carried away by lust and desire 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 rumors became more and more outrageous. The Folkestone family was completely alienated by the rest of the castle.

Taresa had initially noticed where Sal was buried, fearing that someone would secretly dig up Sal's body; However, this did not happen, and the other people in the castle seemed to have completely forgotten Thrall's corpse, and only hated, feared, or disgusted with the orcs. It all shifted to Taresha's body even more severely.

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. She also didn't understand why the playmates she had grown up with since childhood suddenly alienated her; Taresha, who would argue with those people at first, also silently accepted this reality after being looked at and spat on many times.

Taresa sometimes wonders if His Royal Highness Prince Arthas really came back here and leaves with her, will she be able to be free? In the royal palace of Lordaeron, the members of the royal family should be as kind and good as His Royal Highness the Prince of Arthas, right? The servants and attendants there don't speak ill of themselves behind their backs, do they?

However, as time passed. Taresa eventually gave up on such a luxury; Especially when she saw with her own eyes the legendary King Xià staying in this castle.

Taresa remembers the day when the cook and servants in the castle were woken up. Everyone was ordered to be busy in the middle of the night, preparing food and tidying up the guest rooms.

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

Taresa did not see His Majesty the King himself, 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 burly warriors—they were completely different from the militia that Uncle Ruhl had brought, neither fat bellies nor thin as bamboo poles; Each warrior wore a helmet that glittered in the night, and the accessories on the hilt of their swords were so ornate that the Blackmore heirloom sword that Blackmore's master had given him 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 that it was just a guard of honor carried by His Majesty the King during an ordinary parade - could she be such a royal maid? Taresa felt that she didn't deserve to do this, that would be a disgrace to the royal family.

His Majesty's visit and departure only caused a small stir in the castle, and although many people saw the passing of His Majesty's army, and some young male servants still admired the might of the soldiers, life was back to its former normality - although it became 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. (To be continued......)