The people slowly deserted the church, all still in shock of the sudden announcement but the heavyweight that pulled Laura down had finally lifted off her shoulders. She was sitting on the chair, hand placed her chest, taking deep breaths. She thought she would faint earlier but thankfully she didn't.
Just as she thought peace would come after, the door suddenly banged onto the wall, leaving a small dent. A woman wearing a cloak with her hood low panted as if she ran all the way to the room. After catching her breath she removed her hood and glared at Laura.
Her hair and clothes were in disarray. It looks like she really ran a long way just to get here. She was angry, no, rather, she was embarrassed at the fact that she was exposed as a fake. The people will start to think that Tine wanted the attention of the royal family now.
Laura stood up from her chair but her face stayed straight while on the other hand, Tine gritted her teeth, snaring at her.