Isolde
Isolde had been a maid before. But this was different. Not worse or better, just different.
She was in the laundry room, packing up Alpha Kael’s clothes to wash when the girl approached her. She looked about twenty two years old. One year younger than Isolde.
She was tall, almost too tall, her eyes blue like the ice, almost gray. She towered over Isolde, who looked down, already thinking she had made an enemy, and she had barely been in SilverFang for a day.
“You're doing my job.”
Isolde’s stomach dropped to the floor. She didn't want to be slapped or kicked. “I'm sorry. Mrs. Winsley said I was to take the clothes.”
Mrs. Winsley seemed to be the head maid. She'd woken Isolde from the small room she had been given beside the Alpha's. It seemed it was closer to the bedroom
