“Lady Hazel,” I jumped at the unknown voice, I had gotten so lost in my thoughts that I didn’t realise someone was standing at the door. Darting my eyes to the voice, I found a tall slender woman, wearing jewels that a normal worker wouldn’t wear, a silk navy blue dress that enhanced her lean curves. Chestnut hairs that opened in loose curls twisting down her small waist. Light blue eyes regarded me with a polite smile.

“Lady Camilla,” I regarded her, standing up to show her that she was welcomed. Nodding to herself she walked straight right in. Her confident strides as of a Queen, bold and authoritative. Eyes...