I’m so lost looking up at Varek and his earnest face, I don’t notice a girl walk into the room. I’m startled beyond belief when she announces her presence with a small clearing of her throat.
“Oh, this must be the servant assigned to help you navigate the castle and learn the etiquette at court!” Varek’s voice pitched up a bit, and his facial expression has tightened. Before I can wonder at the change, the servant speaks up.
“Varek, don’t act as if you don’t know me,” her voice is melodic, bringing to mind birds singing into a breeze. “We’ve known each other since we were children, just because my status has changed doesn’t change the fact that we were once friends.”
Despite the acidity of her words, the tone of her voice never changes. “My name is Desdemona, but everyone calls me Mona
