"Fecking son of a motherfecker!" she shouted, and headed to the door, intent on claiming her clothing, clean or not, wet or dry, from the laundry.
She swung the door open and almost walked into Lyla, her maid. The woman bobbed a curtsy and extended her arms, which had bundles of fabric. "Begging your pardon, Ma'am, but I was just bringing you your clean civvies and linens."
Yarrow took the bundle from Lyla and wrapped the woman in a quick hug. "Lyla, you're a lifesaver. I hope whoever they assign you to next isn't a total beast."
The woman looked up at Yarrow perplexedly. "Assign me next...where are you going Ma'am?"
Yarrow shrugged as she flung her clothing into her bag. "Away. I've been exiled, Lyla. I won't ever be back." It took a few moments for Yarrow to realise that Lyla hadn't
