January 15, 1179
Mona had a newfound appreciation for Anna's work.She liked her maid well enough, but she'd always dismissed the position as more of a formality than anything else; after all, it wasn't as if she was incapable of dressing herself. Mona had a maid because she was a princess and princesses had maids, and not because they needed them.
It wasn't all fabrics and hairpins, she knew now--and even if it had been, it was more tasking than she would have guessed, all those laces and ties and braids, the way certain cloths required certain folds and how combing and brushing weren't quite interchangeable. A maid was also the mistress of her lady's chambers. She directed the workflow throughout the day, making sure that the room was tidied and straightened and lit to her lady's liking. It wasn't hard labor, but it was certainly more than she'd bargained for; at least it kept her occupied.
For now. While she supposed it beat the unwanted betrothal, it was a temporary thing. She would not be happy doing Anna's job forever.She'd figure something out--find work on one of the ships or something. Anna could be Queen of Carvallon for all Mona cared, but she would have to find a new maid. Mona needed either excitement or comfort, and being a maid provided insufficient levels of both.
Or maybe she was just being a spoiled brat. Not that she could have expected to be much more, not with her parents. God damn. Wouldn't her mother be proud.
Well, not that proud.NEXT CHAPTER:
