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Darith pinched the bridge of her nose. “No, Your Highness. That won’t be necessary. The servants will take care of it.”
“Are you sure?” I asked, not wanting to be any trouble.
“Yes, I’m positive.”
∞∞∞
My new quarters were just as lavish as the last one, if not more so. The ceiling was higher; the windows were bigger, and the furniture was more ornate. Mosaic tiles adorned the floors and walls, and a large canopy bed took up one side of the room. A fire crackled in the hearth, chasing away the chill in the air.
Despite the opulence of my new surroundings, it surprised me how understated it all was. There was none of the gaudiness that I saw in the hallways. It almost felt as if they were trying to make a statement with its simplicity.
It reminded me of Midar.
I looked at the gardens from the window. The sun was setting, casting a beautiful orange glow over the flowers and trees.
I wondered what it would be like to live here. To never have to worry about money again. It was a foreign concept to me, and one that I wasn’t sure I could ever get used to.
But as Darith said, I was the highest ranking member of the Eternal Court now. And with that came certain responsibilities. Duties that I needed to learn and adapt to.
I moved away from the window.
I preferred the other rooms, but I would not have been able to enjoy the peace there. Not with the memories of lady Kanna haunting me.
It was better this way. Even if it meant living in a bit more luxury. It would hardly be a hardship.
It wasn’t weakness that made me give up the rooms. It was strength. The strength to do what was right, even if it meant making me uncomfortable. Let the Eternal Court puzzle over my behavior and attempt to figure me out. I wouldn’t offer them a straightforward answer.
Servants came and went, bringing in my belongings and setting them up in the new room. And as they did, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of foreboding.
I was not just a guest in the palace.
I was one of them now.
And there was no turning back.
Darith stared at me as I observed the servants, her expression unreadable.
I glanced at her. “It’s perfect. Thank you.”
She bowed her head, and the servants unpacked the chests.
I watched as they went about their work, organizing my clothes and belongings in the new room.
I opened a chest at the foot of the bed and pulled out my clothes.
A hand touched my shoulder, and I turned to see Darith scrutinizing me. “What are you doing?”
“I’m going to help,” I said, determined to be useful. “It’s going to take forever at this rate.”
“No, princess. You shouldn’t be doing this. It’s inappropriate.”
I placed a nightgown back in the chest. “What do you mean?”
Darith closed the chest. “It’s not appropriate because you’re a princess and they are servants.”
My eyebrows raised. “So?”
“It’s just not done,” Darith answered, exasperated. “In Rossertham, the nobility do not help servants with their work. Do Midarians help their servants?”
