Chapter 409: Export Sharp Weapon
Joseph furrowed his brows instantly. Although he hadn't clearly seen what had happened, Alexandra had been walking properly and hadn't turned toward the "extras"—why would she have stepped on that person's foot?
It seemed that the only possibility was that the latter had deliberately stuck out their foot.
He frowned and shook his head, ignoring the noble lady who was stirring up trouble.
"Your Highness…"
Seeing that the Crown Prince had no intention of scolding the Russian girl, and unable to argue with a child of seven or eight years old—a prospect that likely would have been masochistic—the noble ladies puffed up with anger, stood up, supported Triss, and walked towards the exit of the theater, muttering quietly:
"We simply cannot perform on the same stage as such a rude woman!"
"We shall take Triss back to her room to rest."
"I will tell everyone about her uncouth behavior…"