CHAPTER 17
Special Treatment
I knew something was wrong the moment nobody insulted me.
Which sounded ridiculous.
But after days of working here, I had gotten used to it.
Move faster ! You're slow , an outsider.
Those comments had become background noise.
So when I walked into the servant hall that morning and nobody said anything—
I noticed.
Immediately.
I paused at the entrance.
People moved.
Going about their respective duties but I had this feeling they were saying something.
But their conversations got lowered when I entered.
Eyes lifted.
Then looked away.
Too quickly.
Too obviously.
My stomach tightened.
I ignored it.
Or pretended to.
A servant shoved folded sheets into my arms.
No insult. I was surprised.
Another handed me cleaning supplies.
No complaints.
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