Chapter 212: Wife Vs Mistress

"But milady," Beth tried to say something but Silja shook her head. And all the maids soon left the room leaving two women alone.

"Come, lady Priscilla help me dry my hair," Silja stood up and walked towards the mirror.

Lady Priscilla saw her walking away like a queen felt her eyes stinging with jealousy. Not to forget the way Silja ordered her like she was a maid.

Nonetheless, she walked over and sat beside Silja and gently started to dry her hair.

After she was done Silja went to the cloakroom to change into the dress, while Priscilla followed behind to help her.

This new bridal dress was similar to the previous one that Silja had worn. Donovan has prepared both since he wasn't sure which one Silja will like.

But Silja liked the first one and was very satisfied.

"Let me help you tie this," Silja looked at the woman who was standing far away and was looking at her body creepily. 

Silja felt the urge to throw Priscilla out for a second there.

Priscilla on the other hand observed Silja's pure body and each and every cell her body felt envious of Silja.

Priscilla walked ahead and helped Silja wear the Dress.

But it seems like the dress Silja has worn needed some clips to hold it in place.

"Let me go get something to fix it," Priscilla said and started to walk towards the cupboard which was filled with Donovan's things. The woman opened the door and revealed rows and rows of shirts, cloaks and coats belonging to Donovan.

This was Silja's first time in Donovan's chamber so she didn't know much about things placed around. She looked at everything curiously, everything was filled with Donovan's scent and presence. Silja was deep in thoughts as she looked at everything, dazed.

But Priscilla was different, instead of wasting time searching for things she wanted, Priscilla opened a small cabinet and took out a small box. Inside the box were clips to hold robes and other clothes.

She took a few of them and helped Silja fix her dress.

Silja narrowed her eyes on the woman, something clicked in her head.

How did she know so precisely?

Silja looked at the woman who was behaving as if it wasn't her first time in Donovan's room. But Silja didn't voice her doubts and just kept observing the woman. Suddenly Silja felt as if something was off.

After Silja came out she sat down in front of the mirror while Priscilla stood behind.

"Let me help you with your hair first," Priscilla smiled sweetly and opened the cabinet on the side to get a comb. She slowly helped Silja entangle each and every strand of hair.

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While Silja kept looking at the woman from the mirror when their eyes met Priscilla smiled at Silja.

"You must be thinking why I'm so familiar with things in this chamber," Priscilla asked.

Silja didn't reply to her question but raised her eyebrows, she knew from the way Priscilla was behaving she was very eager to tell the reason so there was no need to ask.

When Priscilla saw Silja didn't utter anything she opened her mouth," prince Donovan and me…. I mean it is not my first time in this chamber," Priscilla's face turned bright red as she said that. Then she carefully looked at Silja, whose heart dropped the moment she heard Priscilla's words.

"Well, lady Silja, you must not get angry after hearing this. After all, you have known about our prince's habits about women, right," Priscilla said as if she was talking about some things which should not be talked about openly.

Silja narrowed her eyes on the woman. Even though Priscilla Hasn't said much she could understand the hidden meaning of her words.

"What do you mean?" Still, she couldn't help but ask, though knowing well that this was the trap.

"Initially I didn't want to but now that the princess has asked I don't want to lie," She looked as if she was very hesitant. But in reality that wasn't the case and Silja was aware of that very well.

"Go on," Silja said between gritted teeth.

"Prince Donovan is very willful. Being the eldest and strongest among all he enjoys every luxury of the world. One of them is women," Priscilla slowly kept twisting Silja's hair and pinned them beautifully.

"There would be hardly anyone in the north who could resist him and the prince can get whoever he wants," Priscilla looked up and saw Silja's reflection in the mirror. Her face was completely expressionless and Priscilla couldn't guess what the woman was thinking inside her head.

"So you're telling me that you are one of those women who couldn't resist my husband's charm and came running to lay on his bed," Silja's sharp voice fell on Priscilla's ears.

It wasn't her words that were important but the way she said it in a very flat tone.

Yes, she was right, Priscilla has come running in Donovan's arms. But so what? No one could deny that she has a relationship with him.

"Hmmm…" Priscilla put a beautiful smile on her lips. As if she got shy hearing Silja's remark.

"You can put it that way, but I didn't come to just lay on his arms," Priscilla bowed her head a little and brought her lips near Silja's ear.

"I'm deeply in love with him," Priscilla uttered those words in the sweetest voice she has ever used.

Silja felt her whole face lit up brightly as if someone had set her on flames. The rim of her eyes turned red from pure anger. 

"Yes you are right but it's a pity. Now that the prince has married your heart must have ached very badly, no?" Silja lifted her eyebrows and tried to smile.

This was now not just Priscilla's provocation. But both the women were like standing on the battlefield, fighting and injuring each other with words.

So what if you are his wife? She scoffed.

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