HANNAH
A loud knock on the door made me startle violently. In a second, I had rolled off the bed and was on my feet.
With a racing heart, I called out, "Wh-who is it?"
"Me," replied a voice, the voice of a maid.
I clutched my chest in relief and weakly called for her to come in. Anyone who wasn't Asher or his father were welcome. I should have even known Asher wasn't the one in the first place as he would never knock. He would just barge in like an animal with nothing but horrible intentions to execute.
"Hi," I said to the girl.
She merely acknowledged me with a toss of her head. To the maids in this house, I was more or less one of them. I was Asher's mate only in name and they all knew that.
"Master Asher wants you to do his laundry." the girl said, and when I merely nodded,
