Ceres ~
“You there!” I heard Madame Hawthorne’s voice and it was directed at me.
I met her stern gaze.
“When you’re done with the dishes, clean up the white Pavilion and then send some wine and pastry for his majesty Armand’s guests. They would be arriving within the hour,” she ordered.
It was evening already yet the chores were still piling up.
I had been busy all day without even a moment's rest.
It was always like this.
Sometimes it felt as though I were the only servant in the palace.
I would have let out an exasperated groan of protest, but despite this job being strenuous, it was the best a girl like me could get in her lifetime, and I didn't want to lose it.
When I was done with the dishes, I dried my hands on a nearby hand towel before I grabbed the broom and mop and walk
