MICAELA
The following day served as another reminder that I had to clean the king's chamber. My legs are nearly failing me as I ascend the stairs to the seventh floor.
I hurried to the storage area and grabbed my essentials. As I closed the bedroom door and entered the room, I was stopped in my tracks by a strong voice that filled me with horror.
“I see you are back.”
I dropped my cleaning materials as soon as I heard the sound, recognising the king's voice. I kept my head down to avoid having any contact with him as my anxiety mounted.
Here I was once more, in the room with the king.
The realisation of my predicament causes my eyes to get fuzzy. I was making the same mistake again after he was kind enough to let me go yesterday. It would undoubtedly require a miracle for me to be
