ISOLDE
The court servant unit was stricter than I had imagined.
There are rules. Many of them. How to bow, how to talk, how to serve. Hell, even how to breathe, like it is a crime.
The head court maid was the blonde, Vera. Strict from day one, her gaze and mouth sharp as a blade, enough to grate through your skull.
The Alpha’s court servants stay close to the Alpha’s suite, a hall with a row of several rooms to abide in.
Mine was small but comfortable. Neat, well arranged. A single bed, several folded uniforms in the dresser, and other necessities.
It has been three days since I joined the unit, and honestly, it feels like it is going to take much longer to succeed in my mission.
I sit under the stark white light of the infirmary, fingers knotted in my lap. My breath feels hot and
