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Daphne jumped as a rough hand grabbed her. It was Ianthe and there was pain written on her face.
She straightened up from her task on the bedside stool and followed Ianthe’s pointing finger. It was then that Daphne saw that her water had broken.
“Get it out. Out, out,” she chanted.
Ignoring her, Daphne made her way to the wardrobe. She grabbed a few towels and a handcuff.
"Open," She instructed and stuffed the paddings into Ianthe's mouth.
It wasn't necessary. Ianthe had been isolated to the deepest part of the house where her cries and woes couldn't be heard and where she couldn't be seen, and Daphne was the only maid who had the "nerve" to attend to her.
The birthing mother spat out the towel and moaned again.
Daphne cuffed the woman as she spoke, “Such a shame that y
