113 Bottle Of Flight

Seeing a group of servants already waiting by my door took me by surprise. They formed in two lines, about four of them with their head bowed and hands together on their stomachs. Prim and proper, the usual. 

When they heard my heels clicking and loud stomping boots on the tiled ground, they froze and resisted the urge to move or breathe. I bit my lip, as it had only made me uncomfortable seeing them in discomfort themselves. 

Dazia never had too many servants working around the castle. My bath would be ready, and my room is tidy every hour without leaving a trace of the person behind it. Only until the recent changes did Dazia start to get a lot of servants standing around. 

Now that I'm here, it feels more tensed when everywhere I go, I see women wearing their uniformed dresses. The way that they recoil away from me when I pass by them.