In the cozy maid dining hall, Liana sat gracefully, her movements as fluid and composed as one would expect of a maid serving a noble house. Her breakfast, simple but well-prepared, was eaten with an air of elegance that came naturally to her.
As she delicately picked at her food, her mind wandered. "I started working here when I was just 15," she thought. "I was just another household maid then, nothing special."
She smiled faintly, remembering the moment her life changed. "When I turned 18, Madam Francesca assigned me as the young master's personal maid. It felt like an honor... and now, here I am. Young Master is 11 now. That makes it 14 years of service."
A quiet chuckle escaped her lips. "Still, I'm only 29. Barely a teenager by elven standards." She shook her head lightly, amused by the passage of time,
"Haaa… I wonder how everyone is doing back at the village."