AMAYA
It’s midday when I’m sent to the east parlor.
The air is warm and sweet from the perfume of flowers in the courtyard, drifting in through the open windows. The east parlor is one of the fancier rooms in the estate, with its polished floors and silk curtains.
It was the kind of place where even the air feels expensive, and, unfortunately, the place Evelara likes to hold court with her friends.
Evelara asking specifically for me could only mean one thing. She had something up her sleeve, and I bet it has to do with humiliating me in front of her friends.
Although I always expect it, that doesn’t make it any less annoying.
My business with the east wing is usually brief. I was either serving a guest while trying to remain invincible or filling in for one of the servants assigned t
