Mary turned with a gracious nod. "Of course, dear. Someone show Lady Anastasia to the private washroom. It's just near the east corridor."
A servant bowed and gestured forward. "This way, my lady."
Anastasia managed a small, grateful smile. "Thank you."
But as she followed the servant toward the archway leading out of the garden, her legs wobbled, and the dizziness returned in full force. She gripped Rosa's arm tighter.
"Just a few more steps," she muttered under her breath.
The maid leading in the front, soon stopped. "My lady, through the door. There are many guess in the palace today. Since lady Anastasia' is familiar with the palace, I ask permission to go back to the garden," the maid said with a bow.
