Judith The Maid

The missus had been acting strange long before His Highnesses coronation as King of the three cities. It had started with her strange friendship with that Anya character and then progressed to erratic behavior, like a woman possessed. It felt like walking on eggshells just being around her.

I watched her now out of the corner of my eye as she threw open the bedside drawers, pulling the wood from its casket and flinging it to the floor.

“Saints,” I sighed in my mind, cringing and folding yet another of the mistress's lingerie that she had scattered about the room so that the wide nicely decorated plush...