Chapter 22
As darkness descended, Azalea perched on the edge of the grand bed, absentmindedly running her fingers through her hair while her new maid, Vick, delicately undid the complex buttons of her bridal gown. The day's heaviness burdened her shoulders, and despite the luxurious setting fit for a queen, she still felt completely confined.
"Here you go, madam," Vick whispered gently, moving away as the final button was unfastened, causing the dress to slide down Azalea's arms. "You are now liberated from it."
Azalea gave Vick a tired but appreciative nod and smile. She was still unfamiliar with being spoken to so formally, but she guessed it was something she would have to become accustomed to. She had not fully accepted the reality of her new life yet, and as she looked at her refle
