Vasperia sat uncomfortably at the edge of the neat ebony and silver pouch, her heart thud harder and she was a fidgeting mess in the sight of the maids who stared at her with an unreadable expression.

They would hate her so there's no need to pray or hope for something different in this pack. It was her fate, her curse, and a sad reality she had to accept.

“It's okay, please I'll do it myself.” She almost pleaded, their stare could cause holes in her skin. She just finished taking an exquisite bath that she had never had in her life and right now they were going extreme to...