Behind Odessa were the other slaves who had been chatting about her, laughing as if they had nothing to do. She was busy washing the heap of clothes that Mistress Pandra had ordered her to clear before she would be served her lunch.
Her fingers were already hurting her, but she knew so well that leaving the clothes to even take a minute's rest would cost her to work till nightfall.
She scowled, squeezing water from the cotton she was holding before dropping it in the other basin. It just seemed like Mistress Pandra hated her three days off and wanted her cover-up for those days all in a day.
“These are the king's clothes. You must be done with it and arrange it well in his chamber by the end of today. In addition, put his room in order, too.” Mistress Pandra snapped her out of her thoug
