Piles of work awaited me outside my door. After I was done with the first chore she gave me, I was once again laddened with cleaning the castle.
Rosa won't mind me resting for a bit, right? She wouldn't know I was gone.
An hour later, I pushed myself up from my bed and started my next task. But I still feel so lethargic.
I sighed heavily.
I have to dust the interior decorations, and I have to be careful with them since I realized these things are worth more than my life to the King.
I wonder how the king would react if I purposefully broke one of these. But I guess he is expecting me to.
Instead of using the feather duster Rosa gave me, I took a piece of wet cloth and wiped every nook and cranny of this humungous place. It is more effective.
My hands might be infected with this, but
