The banquet (3)
«Oh, I know who has a beauty mark on her left shoulder!» I exclaim as if I've just remembered.
«Whose body have you examined so closely?» Alexander inquires.
He's not even pretending to be jealous. He's just plainly asking.
«I didn't examine anyone. I just saw it by chance!» I say. Just like the mark on my right shoulder could be seen by chance.
«Ah, so that's it!» my Duke seems to realise. «I won't need to kill everyone with a mark on their left shoulder.»
«No, my dear. You won't need to do that. Especially since it was my handmaid.»
«It was? You've already killed her?»
«No, you threw her out,» I pout. «Because you didn't like the way she was combing my hair.»
Well, it's not like what I've said. However, Patricia indeed was combing my hair when the Duke chased the maids away.
«Oh, right. Well, if I knew you were so close to the maid, though...»