ISOLDE
We head to the kitchen to collect the guest’s meal. In our hands are trays of different steaming dishes. Golden scrambled eggs, freshly baked bread, honey-drizzled fruit, and rich tea with mouthwatering steaks.
Clanking echoes.
I look up to the trembling court maid beside me, cursing under her breath as her hand won’t stop shaking, spilling a few drops of tea onto the tray.
If she keeps moving like this, she might end up spilling the entire thing.
“Let me take that,” I offer before I can stop myself.
She looks at me, shock at first, then relief. She whispers a thank you, and we exchange trays.
The air is tense between us as we head toward the dining room. We walk like we are about to be sacrificed.
“Who is she?” I can’t help but ask the girl I exchanged trays with.
Her unse
