Leah
The servant girl, Amanda, she had said her name was, had grown surprising comfortably around me. She's too comfortable, if I must say.
I hadn't taken her for the talkative type at first. She would bring me food, linger longer than necessary, and make small talk like we weren't strangers a few days ago. I appreciated her efforts. They didn't lift my mood, but they were better than being alone or worse , having Aiden around. They were the only times I didn't feel like I was losing my mind.
She offered me a cup of tea. "I added honey," she said. "I thought you could use something sweet."
I managed a faint smile before taking a small sip. "Thanks."
It was warm and sweet, like she said, and it made my chest ache with the memories of home. I missed my family.
Amanda beamed, almost pr
