Hannah takes me reluctantly back to my room, where she had a small cot brought in and set besides the bed.
"What's this?" I ask.
"If it pleases Your Grace, I will sleep in here with you tonight," she tells me.
"The bed looks horribly uncomfortable," I say. "I couldn't ask that of you."
"It is quite an improvement from what I am use to," she confesses. My heart sinks hearing her say that. I know what it is like to sleep on an uncomfortable surface.
"Where do you stay?" I ask her.
"In the common area with the other servants," she tells me. "We have a room on the first floor."
"Rubbish," I tell her, poking the bed. "I will see what I can do about making your accommodations more suitable for you."
"I am not complaining my Lady," she says, nervously.
