Chapter 72. When Had She Ever Been Alright

“Get rid of those clothes immediately.” The head maid, Marilyn, spoke harshly, while sending daggers in glares towards Roxanne. Confused, Roxanne looked up at the woman. She was at a loss for both words and actions, and she was also genuinely tired of being here. Nothing she did seemed to please Marilyn, or pacify any of the maids for whatever she had done.

It was crazy. She had never met or spoken to any of them before now. Yet, they collectively seemed to despise her.

After she got here last night, she was made to sleep on the shaky bunk and Roxanne spent all night worrying if the wooden bunk would collapse and send her to the floor. That would be death, she thought. Considering how high the bunk beds were.

It was funny, how she thought she would return to the palace and have a good rest. Little did she know, that the worst of it all had been in front, waiting patiently for her.

Roxanne could still remember being woken up by the feeling of cold water being