Evil Iris

Chapter 12

'The curious case of Iris'(unedited)

Jenny, the loyal maid, couldn't help but keep an eye on Princess Iris from a distance.

Ever since her marriage to Noah, something had changed in the young princess. Gone was the once fierce and commanding figure who would raise hell if Noah didn't give her undivided attention.

Iris sat at the corner of the long dining table, picking at her food with a brooding expression on her face.

She appeared distant, her eyes narrowed and jaw clenched.

The maids couldn't help but steal glances in her direction, sensing her evident displeasure.

One of the maids, Sarah, ventured cautiously, "Isn't his highness just the best? He's so charming and always treats us with respect."

Another maid, Emily, chimed in with a dreamy smile, "Oh, absolutely! I can't believe how lucky her highness is to have him as her husband. He's a true gentleman."

She slammed her fork down on her plate, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Yes, I'm so fortunate," she muttered under her breath, her words laced with bitterness.

Noah whose name alone used to dye her cheeks with a rose-colored tint, was now bringing her an expression of a princess who had been figuring out what dress to wear for a long time.

Jenny, the bewildered maid, exchanged a puzzled glance with Sarah, her eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

She couldn't fathom why Iris, who once relished in Prince Noah's attention, now seemed annoyed by the mere mention of his name.

Sarah, ever the curious one, couldn't resist asking, "Your highness, is everything alright? You seem... tense."

Iris scoffed, her frustration bubbling to the surface. "It's just wonderful hearing how amazing my husband is while I sit here, invisible and irrelevant," she retorted, her voice sharp and tinged with frustration.

Jenny, taken aback by Iris's outburst, struggled to find the right words. "Your highness, we didn't mean to upset you. We're just expressing our admiration for Prince Noah."

Iris's eyes flashed with a mix of anger and hurt. "Admiration for him, but what about me? Am I not worth any praise? Do you all think so little of me?"

The maids exchanged uneasy glances, the air thick with tension.

It was clear that Iris's perception of her role and her place in the palace had shifted drastically, leaving everyone unsure of how to respond.

Another absurd thing was that every afternoon, without fail, Iris would position herself near the palace gardens, where the knights would engage in their rigorous training.

Iris dressed in her finest attire, would sit casually on a comfortable chair, as if enjoying a leisurely tea party.

Seriously, it was enough to make Jenny's cheeks turn beet red.

Inside that facade of grace and poise, Iris's eyes was always fixated on the shirtless knights as they sparred.

The other maids were just as bewildered, exchanging wide-eyed glances and gossiping in hushed voices.