HIDDEN MY FACE

I headed for the store room, and got out my cleaning apparatii. Then, gently on the King's door I knocked a couple of times. However, there was not a response, so I gently turned the door knob and pushed, making it squeak mildly as it opened.

As usual, the obviously large room was empty and I knew by instinct that the King was not present. With a breath of fresh air, I relieved his absence and immediately commenced my job, trying so hard to ignore the voice of my entire body which at this time was killing, from the crown of my head to the soles of my feet.

Moreso, I carefully avoided gazing into the mirror as I knew I was already a mess, a complete shadow of my true self. It would definitely fuel my grief and pain, and that was the least thing I wanted for myself right now.

Good thing I was able to quickly conclude my task on time, before the King arrived and scurried off downstairs to the maids quarters, precisely to my room.

Good heavens!. I was seriously starving as I litera