ZINNA.
Returning from the laundry block, Zinna paced the space of her room at the staff quarters, a hand on her lips, the other on her waist, she was alone in the staff quarters. With every step she took as she paced her room, she was conscious of the trouble that lurks by the corner in case if she’s caught or reported for being away from her duty post at this odd hour of the day, without any proper permission.
The staff quarters. This was just one of the three separate building blocks behind the castle in the palace, next to the laundry block.
Zinna had just given Prince Eric’s clothes to the laundry department and then had gone ahead to sneak into her room. Though she was aware of the repercussion of such an act yet she couldn’t help it, she needed the space, some privacy to think ov
