Don’t trust her.

Kate’s POV.

“My lady!” Clara, my maid, ran inside my bedroom. Was she sick? How dare she run into my room without permission?

“Are you stupid, Clara?! How dare you run into my room like that?!” I yelled at her. “You are just a maid, not my friend. Know your place. Is that clear?”

“Yes, my lady, please forgive me,” she said, falling on her knees. Better!

“I’ll forgive you this time, but don’t ever do that again,” I uttered, waving my hand. She stood, still lowering her eyes. “What do you want to say that made you run in like that? What could be so urgent?”...