The palace was always in turmoil after a battle, but even if someone entered that corridor with the intention of going to talk to Hatano, he heard well before approaching that sound that many knew well and retreated, leaving the necessary privacy.
Ayaka clenched her fists, her face red with shame from that punishment. For now, only a faint tingle was sliding on her skin, but each blow reminded her of a mistake, a death or a wounded by her.
She knew it would get worse, that she would cry, probably, but she knew she fully deserved it.