Meredith The Maid

“MEREDITH!” 

My name, I answer it with pride when my mistress calls, but she does not call today. 

“MEREDIFFTH!” 

My name, whenever the mistress was in one of her moods and couldn't stand to get the words out nice and proper, her shrill tone seemed to shake me to my very core.

She was in one of her moods again as I led her away from the King’s horses, holding the blubbering countess by the hand and helping her climb the stairs until we were behind the safe walls of the familiar quarters.

“What time is it Meredith? I haven't had my afternoon tea and all that...