The cold water burned my hands.
I scrubbed harder.
And harder.
And harder… until my hands turned red and raw, but the stain on the floor refused to disappear—just like the stain on my name.
“Faster.”
The sharp voice made my shoulders stiffen.
I didn’t turn.
“I said faster, you useless thing.”
I clenched my jaw and started going faster, the rough brush biting into my skin. The other maids stood at a distance, whispering among themselves.
“Isn’t that the former Luna?”
“What a pity …”
“She deserves it.”
Each word sank into my skin like needles , piercing through my body .
A week ago, they bowed to me.
Now… I was beneath even them.
A sudden wave of dizziness hit me, and I paused, gripping the edge of the bucket.
“Don’t tell me you’re already tired?” one of the older maids mock
