Lyn
I scrub the floor. The brush in one hand and a rag in the other. On the one hand I'm glad to be back at work, on the other, I keep realising how much I hate it. I straighten up, throw the rag into the bucket and rub the sweat from my forehead with the back of my hand.
"Oh, are we taking a break already?" a voice behind me asks and I flinch, startled. The prince's brother, is standing behind me in the doorway, looking down at me. What was his name again, I have no idea. Anyway, a shiver immediately creeps up my spine as all colour leaves my face.
"My lord?", I ask tilting my head. I don't want to upset him, for I remember well how cruel this man can be. Fear spreads through me like the plague, leaving me trembling. Hopefully the ground will open up for me and swallow me, but of cour
