"His Majesty said my eyebrows resemble her," added another.
"How do you resemble His Majesty's memorable lover?" one of them asked me.
Now understanding the situation at hand, I maintained a composed smile and lifted my head with confidence. "I am Matilda Johnson," I announced proudly, "I am the genuine beloved of His Majesty."
The women were stunned and left in embarrassment.
Certainly, with the true beloved of the King having returned, there was no longer any need for others to be involved or present.
During my initial days at the palace, I remained confined to the bed to recover. The maids attending to me were all smart and observant.
Perhaps unsure of my disposition, they would occasionally steal glances at me, discreetly offering flattering remarks. "Your Highness, you're gorgeous. Since your arrival, all other women pale in comparison."
The maid, Jane, handed me the fruit and echoed softly, "Of course, the fake ones cannot compare to the real ones."
Regardless of their remarks, I just asked, "Does His Majesty like to collect women who look like me?"