EVELYN
Mrs. Porter’s eyes widened slightly. She glanced at me, then cleared her throat hesitantly. “My lady, perhaps this choice would not be the best,” she advised. “There are other maids who might satisfy your needs. She is new to palace life – you might require someone more seasoned – ”
“Oh? New to the palace life…” Leila mused, turning to look at Mrs. Porter. “But hasn’t she been trained here for an entire year?”
“Well, yes, my lady. But still—” Mrs. Porter started, only to be cut off as Leila raised a hand to silence her.
“Are you challenging my decision?” Leila still smiled, but her tone had sharpened.
Mrs. Porter swallowed. “No, my lady. Of course not. My apologies for questioning you. It’s just…” she hesitated. “It’s just Evelyn was often summoned by His Majesty, so she may n
