*Constance*
Harriet and I slept in the same bed that night, something I was certain no one else would approve of. A servant sleeping in the same room with her mistress was uncommon, let alone in the same bed. But I didn't care. Her company was soothing, and she was in no condition to go down to her own room.
When dawn came, I was wide awake, unable to get much rest the night before. I got out of bed while Harriet was still sleeping. I thought she looked so peaceful, sleeping like a child all too trusting of the world around her.
But I knew Harriet better than that. She understood the dangers of the world and took action against them. While she was mild of spirit, she was strong of the mind. She had the mental tenacity and fortitude of someone double her senior, but I knew it was due to
