Third Person's POV
“My lady, my lady, my-oh! There you are! Why are you hiding here?”
{Not so loud!}
“Okay. Do you need any help?” she whispered.
Miriam nodded, opening her palms to reveal a letter. When Geraldine collected it, she caught a whiff of the similar scent that her lady always wore. It piqued her interest so she tried to open the letter. Her hand was swiftly smacked by Miriam’s fan. The letter was also snatched back.
“Why does it smell so nice? Also, why are you hiding?”
Miriam placed her palm over her lips and dragged her fully behind the door of the stables. Before Geraldine could say anything again, Caius walked in. He only wore a pair of pants, dragging in dried hay to feed the horses. His back and forehead dripped with sweat he couldn’t afford to clean up.
Miriam
