Valerie
The she-wolf led us into the maid’s chambers—a fairly small room, with two sets of bunk beds on either wall. Just enough to accommodate the three of us.
Maids uniforms had been laid out on our beds, and the she-wolf gestured to them, a basket of dirty linens on her hip. “Get dressed. I’ll return in half an hour.”
She provided no further information, simply turning and leaving the room without a word.
We dressed quickly, prying on the warm cloth blouses and knee-length skirts. I couldn’t deny that the uniforms were comfortable. Probably the highest quality clothing I’d worn in years. And I was relieved to see that they were simple uniforms—not something frilly and short that gave off the wrong impression.
I had heard of slaves being used as castle maids before. How they were dr
