Chapter 19
I dab ointment onto Dahlia’s face. She flinches, but does her best to stay still.
She shares a tiny room with three other servants, but because all four of them serve ladies-in-waiting who serve Princess Malyn, there’s a much larger dressing room attached to their sleeping quarters. We sit on a bench in that room, surrounded by fine silks and wool, shoes and accessories that their various ladies-in-waiting might need.
“Will you be able to keep your position?” I ask, dabbing the slick ointment onto a particularly long gash that runs from her eye to her jaw.
“That depends on whether I heal completely and quickly,” says Dahlia bitterly. “No lady wants a scarred servant, particularly in the royal chambers.”
“Even if the scars were caused by the princess?”
“Especially if they w
