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Each morning, Harlow’s first duty was to help Ophelia get ready for the day. It seemed like an insane process. Something queens in ye olde England probably expected of their ladies-in-waiting.
Even though she was aware that the task was just another way to demean her, Harlow was growing tired of putting up with the bullshit. Ophelia was capable of putting on her own shoes and selecting her own underwear. Seemed that she’d done it before dragooning her slave, so she should be able to do it after.
When Harlow arrived in her mistress’ abode that morning, she’d heard Ophelia in the kitchen, but hadn’t bothered to go in and talk to her. Instead, she went to the bedroom to get on with what she had to do—picking out Ophelia’s outfit, as per previous instructions. The bathroom was dry, indica
