Liara

Chapter One: Maid

I detest having to clean the floors. Especially for the royals. I despised it. To spend my days answering to everyone superior me, there to fill out every command or wish. Liara do this. Liara do that, I thought as I sat on my knees, cleaning as hard as I ever had.

The King had a new lady coming to visit. There seems to be an endless stream of ladies being introduced to his court. I can’t stand the king’s court. The lords of the gentleman’s’ court would ravage the young girls without a care and leave ’em, having found better ladies whom had better social stature and titles. I’ve spent too many nights lending my shoulder for girls having been left. I think they’re silly to think a lord is going to wed a maid.

But what do I know? I’m just a maid. I spent my days as a personal maid for the king and his seemingly endless stream of young wives. When he didn’t get a son, he’d divorce or execute the wives and would’ve already found a new queen. I think that the king’s ideals were abhorrent. Not that my opinion mattered. At least, I thought it didn’t.

Little did I know, the king would.

Author: Katherine Scroggins

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