WINTER'S POV
"Pack my bags?"
"Yes, Mrs. Mikaelson. He told me to pack a bag for you."
"I think I'm perfectly capable of packing a bag by myself." My hands are on my hips as I stand in the middle of my room with three maids, including Mrs. H, bustling around the room.
"You don't even know where you're going." She snipes. "And I do."
"If you tell me where we're going, I'll know what to pack." I remind her.
"He instructed me not to tell you."
"Why do I have a feeling that he didn't tell you that?" I glare at her, and she glares right back. Out of all the domestic staff in the house, she's the only one that doesn't hide her displeasure with me.
His maids think I'm bratty and that I'm only a burden on their beloved master. I've caught them on several occasions gossiping about me when
