Birdie's POV:
"Miss Rose, please!" I grabbed her sleeve and held on tightly. My eyes were watery with tears as I stared up at her. "Can't someone else be assigned to this task? It mustn't be me, right? I'm sure there'd other capable maids who can—"
"Quit your whining!" She pulled her hand back from my grip. Her eyes blazed with mild annoyance. "There is no one else to do this. You must do it."
"But the king...."
She sighed and rubbed her temples. "For heaven's sake. Go and get ready! He doesn't tolerate lateness of any kind!"
My body trembled with fright. I realized that there was no other way to go about this. No one else was going to do this, I had to do it myself.
I headed out of the kitchen to get ready. Serving the king? Why does this have to happen to me now? I haven't even re
