Seraphine's POV
The sharp sound of the bell in the servants' quarters cut through the darkness. Someone touched my shoulder, shaking me gently. I opened my eyes, and immediately, a rough linen tunic, an apron, and a headscarf were placed in my hands.
The iron remained on my wrists. The soft strip of cloth underneath slightly eased the tightness. As I sat up, a sharp pain immediately shot through my abdomen beneath the bandage, but I said nothing.
“Good. You’re awake,” said the woman leaning over me. Bony face, black hair pulled back tightly. “I am Margot. Today I will show you around, tell you the rules, and give you your first tasks. Listen fully, don't interrupt. You can ask questions at the end. It's faster this way.”
I got dressed. Margot adjusted the scarf on me, then looked at my
