“Is this the new maid you’ve found for me?”
Skyla cast a cold glance at Daniella, who was bowing beside her, and addressed Mrs. Porter.
Mrs. Porter nodded stiffly. Her face was pale, tense with nerves. “Yes, Lady Skyla.”
She still hadn’t recovered from the shock of seeing the maid with the gouged-out eye that morning. Though she hadn’t worked in the palace long, Mrs. Porter had spent years serving as a head maid in noble households—she had seen her fair share of mistreated servants.
But someone as brutal as Skyla? That was rare.
The incident had sent a wave of terror through the staff. When Mrs. Porter asked for a volunteer to serve Skyla, none of the maids stepped forward—except Daniella.
Mrs. Porter knew Daniella well. She was lazy, careless, and couldn’t complete even the simple
