"Hey, how is it going?" Godiva asked, watching me from the corner of her eye as I picked up my tray of food.
"Great," I snapped, pissed at the fact that she and Josiane kept walking on eggshells with me around, pissed to have woken up in the bed alone with no sight of the King, just for me to find out that he had left, with no words, nothing. Just gone, like that night didn't happen.
Sighing deeply, I walked down the line to the maid lounge. I shouldn't have snapped at Godiva, it wasn't her fault. It wasn't fair for me to take my anger out on her and Josiane. They were just worried about me.
"I'm sorry, Godiva," I said, holding onto my tray tightly. "I shouldn't have snapped at you like that, it was not right of me. I have been a bit cranky all week."
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