Cydra orders me to follow her once again. She leaves the servants’ quarters and trails along the back rooms until she reaches the kitchen. “You may be given assignments here. Because of your… unusual circumstances, we’re not sure what your area of expertise is.”
I shrink under the scrutiny of her towering presence. “I can clean,” I offer. “Scrub floors, feed animals, wash laundry. I’m good at those duties.”
“We’ll see about that,” comes her ominous reply.
~ * ~
Cydra puts me to work in the laundry room that very evening. The uniform she hands me is two sizes too large. The laundress is kind enough to lend me some thread and cutters to modify it so it fits better. Every morning after the first evening, I’m awakened by a rough rap at the door and I’m expected to dress within a half hour
