The Starfield Farming Sovereign (Elizabeth Schofield) novel Chapter 122

The Farming Saint in the Starry Wasteland

Chapter 122 Find the Best Strawberries

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Claudia swallowed the anger rising in her chest, along with that stifling, inexplicable frustration at r getting more strawberries, and forced a faint smile. “Commander Hewitt is back? I was just passing see Zaylee. It’s getting late, so I won’t disturb you.”

She practically gritted out the words, holding onto the last scraps of her royal composure as she sto

leave.

Once she stepped out of Hewitt Castle and climbed into her luxurious hover car, her face darkened completely.

Her disgust for Elizabeth–someone she’d never even met–was tangled with a grudging, uneasy jea

she refused to admit.

Of course, that jealousy was aimed at Zaylee.

Claudia couldn’t stand that Zaylee had a loving marriage and a remarkable son.

She’d expected Zaylee to be furious, especially after being matched with such an embarrassing daugi in–law.

Her visit today wasn’t just to demand an explanation for her daughter. It was also to ridicule Zaylee

But instead, she ended up becoming the joke.

Brimming with grievance and anger, Claudia returned to her opulent palace, which somehow felt coll

empty.

The moment she stepped inside, she flung her shawl off in frustration, tossing it toward the maid who rushed to greet her.

Her mind kept flashing back to the warm scene of the Hewitts sharing strawberries, to Trevor acting liki she didn’t even exist, and to Zaylee’s regretful words, “If you think they’re only average, then forget it” Each memory pricked her like a needle.

“Bring me strawberries!” she barked, trying to drown the fierce anger in her chest with the sweetness of that one unforgettable bite.

A young maid, Emma, didn’t dare delay. She pushed to the kitchen and soon returned with a plate ol royal–supply strawberries, each one plump, shiny, and bright red. She carefully handed the plate to the

princess.

Claudia grabbed the biggest one without patience and bit into it

But the burst of sweetness she had imagined never came. The strawberry was juicy but blamt. Its flesh was fibrous and even a little gritty.

She spat it back onto the plate, her eyebrows shooting up as she slammed the hall eaten strawberry down Juice splattered everywhere, “What is this garbage? (low dare you serve me this!! Bring me the best

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Chapter 122 Find the Best Strawberries

strawberries! The absolute best! Do you hear me?!”

Emma shook violently and dropped to her knees, her voice quivering with tears. “Your Highness, th already a royal supply. It… It’s the best the kingdom can grow right now…”

“The best?!” Claudia yowled as a cat whose tail was stepped on. “You think because Prince Lawrence gone, my daughter and I have no one to rely on, that even you can look down on me?! How dare yo me this pig feed and try to brush me off?!”

The more she spoke, the angrier she got, almost like she was dumping every bit of her shame and r onto poor Emma.

She stormed forward, digging her sharp nails into Emma’s bare arm, leaving several clear red marks

Emma’s eyes welled up with tears from the pain, but she didn’t dare move. She just bit her lip and er

t in silence.

Useless! You can’t even find decent strawberries! It’s pointless to keep any of you!” Claudia pinched E again and again. Only when Emma started trembling in pain did some of the anger inside Claudia ea ittle.

But she wasn’t done. “Get out! Find me the best strawberries! If you come back empty–handed. I’ll pu you!”

Emma clutched her sore arm and left the main hall, tears streaming down her face.

n the corridor, the other attendants looked at her with pity, but nobody dared to go comfort her.

They were stuck in palace service because their families had taken generous settlement payments and igned contracts for ten, 20 years, or more.

That was the contract that bound them to servitude.

Jnless the royal family decided to be merciful, leaving without permission meant being blacklisted by very institution in the kingdom and dragging their families into trouble. The usual result was disaster

They had nowhere to go and had no escape.

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