Kings and their harem
Mirabella observed the maid's movements from her seat on the bed, surprised to see the same person who had previously behaved haughtily now acting docile and respectful, diligently tending to her duties.
She was taken aback when the maid addressed her as "my lady" and even sorted out clothes for her to wear. Her brows furrowed at the selection because it wasn't from the trunk she had brought from the ship but instead from the cupboard in her room—clothes she hadn't touched since her first day in court.
Though the garments were light in weight, their high quality and texture were unmistakable. Mirabella worried that if she accidentally damaged one, the king would undoubtedly revel in her misfortune and add it to her ever-growing list of offenses.
She would rather wear a gunny sack than risk increasing her days of fanning the king. Not to mention, he had been spending his nights in her bed under the pretext of "receiving her service."