MICAELA
The days pass by in a blur, making it one month since I was appointed as the king’s personal maid. We servants became more and more accustomed to our daily chores, repeating the same thing over and over again.
Like every other day, I was on my way to the seventh floor.
“You three, come with me.” Madam Despina yells, pointing at Josiane, another maid, and me. We trail behind her, walking up the stairs to the fifth floor of the Palace. “I want you three to tidy up this place and make sure every room here is sparkling clean. The king is expecting some guests in the palace; do well not to put his name in ruin, or you won’t live to regret it.” She threatens, going back downstairs.
“Ugh... They don’t mind working us to death. We still have our assigned task to do. How does she exp
