Layla loves Riley. It was a fact that everybody knows. She had never tried to hide it. Always boasted of how well she was treated and, despite Riley being superior to her in every way, she had always treated her with care and respect. She couldn’t possibly ask for more. Layla smiled as she laid Riley’s bed, recalling the first time she was brought to Riley. She was the youngest in the house and wasn’t allowed to handle any major task until she was officially 18, and when she was finally assigned to serve the lord’s guest, she recalled how nervous and anxious she was and while she thought she would drown in despair if Riley turned out worse than the previous guests their lord had brought over, especially dragons who treat servants worse than normal humans.
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