Seraphine's pov.
"Tell me," I answered, swallowing.
"Because you are just a slave to him. You are not special," she hissed and continued sweeping.
"I actually have to go now," I said, staring at the sky. It was evening and I had to eat. I hadn't eaten today, and my stomach was grumbling.
"Yeah, go. Make sure to be really careful around him," she said, her voice weird.
She looked like someone around my age, but slightly older. There was no way she would know all these things.
"What's your name? The next time I am permitted to come out, I might come around to see you... If I'm alive," I probed, smiling.
"Anaya," she said, now ignoring me like she had first done, and continued sweeping.
I walked briskly toward the kitchen. The first person I saw was the head maid. She stared at me
