“See? I was marked with fire. Long ago.”
Gold was dumbfounded and silent, and now Karina laughed. Finally, the red girl came to her senses, and, apparently, the wine she had drunk also played a role, because she suddenly said:
“I also love my master.”
“Whom?” Karina was surprised. “Are you talking about Kudmer?”
The maid nodded.
“Yes. About sir Kudmer.”
“But he's fat… fat and ugly! A-ha-ha!”
Gold was embarrassed and blushed even more:
“He was kind. Tell me, was he killed?”
“No,” Karina answered, “as far as I know, he was sent to prison.”
The slave sighed with relief and handed Karina the tightly packed bags:
“Here, madam, this is for the breast.”
“I inserted it already!”
“Sorry, lady, but it seems that this is not enough.”
“And if they fall out? No. I want to relax and have fun, not watch my boobs.”
“Hee-hee…”
The slave beautifully styled Karina’s hair, making a high hairstyle. Karina put on an openwork mask on her face:
“Hmm…”
The slave smiled:
“Yes, very beautiful, lady.”
She covered Karina’s head with a lush, dark pink translucent fabric that went down almost to the floor in the back, and in the front to the middle of the chest, and put on a high precious tiara on top.
Karina froze:
“Also a rag!”
“It's a veil, lady.”
“What for?!”
“But you must be covered, lady.”
“I have put on a mask!”
“The mask is not closed enough, and the veil is always required. It’s translucent. It suits you very much, lady.”
Karina lifted the veil from her face up, but then it covered a beautiful high tiara.
“Damn,” thought Karina, “okay, I'll look around there and then take off this veil to hell.”
“When I become queen,” she said so self-confidently, as if this issue had already been decided for a long time, “I will abolish these idiotic laws that humiliate women. I will cancel all these rules. No one will wear a cape, a mask, or a veil, neither free women nor slaves. Yes!”
Gold looked at her in amazement, but tactfully remained silent.
“And they will stop cutting and stitching women, in general, somehow changing them, cutting off their tongues, mutilating them. Whoever dares to do this will be immediately sentenced to death, but first, on the square in front of everyone, he will also be cut off, let him suffer! Why are you looking like that? Don't you believe that I will do it? My husband also thinks he respects women! And he will bring another order!”