Protection or Cage?

"I am more than fine, you do not need to worry that much." Hazel stared at the maids who were covering the whole floor with layers of fur and taking out all the tables and vases and anything that had points.

"It will keep you warm in the coming winters, my lady. And it will be good for your rest." she assured when Hazel sighed.

This was all just way too much. They were treating her like she was a kid. 

When she tried to leave her room, the maids would block her way and bring her back, giving paltry excuses. Whenever she asks for Rafael, he comes back to their room no matter what he was doing.

If she names a thing, it would be presented to her instantly, if she asks for even a seasonal dish, they would somehow arrange it for her.

She should feel happy but she was feeling caged. No matter what reason she found to leave this room, they did not let her.