Arabella's point of view.
(Wymond's room_9:03pm).
"Are you sure you don't need help, your highness?" Cora asked me for the thousandth time.
"No, thank you" I answered and continued trying to dry my hair, which was giving me a hard time because of the wounds on my back.
I had just finished taking a shower in a very funny way too, since I was strictly instructed to protect my wounds from water to avoid reopening them.
"Er...do you need my help with anything else?" she asked again.
I sighed.
"Can you help me get some sleep?" I asked her sarcastically.
"Your highness" she whined and I laughed.
"Fine, just go to bed, you've assist me enough for today" I told her.
Like seriously, I don't understand the life of royalty, why do they need maids for things they can do alone?.
"Ok, your
