Lenalee

“Shall I wash your hair, Lady Rosaria?” Lenalee asked as she caressed the strands of my hair.

“Ah, n-no, I can do it my-myself,” I stammered and I quickly pursed my lips before I uttered another humiliating word.

She had a look of a small, whimpering dog after my response. “I understand, my lady.”

And I felt my heart being torn from seeing her expression. But then again, I allowed her to bathe me and that alone was humiliating enough.

Since coming here, I thought I was fine doing what I needed to do as I was capable of cooking and cleaning on my own. The maids were silently glad that they didn’t need to attend to my needs. After all, we the noviates are capable of doing them and independence was one thing we were taught growing up.

But now, the Alpha leader sent them home and was replaced by one young maid. I didn’t understand his way of thinking anymore.

She used a warm towel to wipe the dampness of my arm.

I caught sight of her staring longingly with admiration before she