I push myself up slowly, my limbs trembling. The moment I step into the maid’s quarters, laughter dies instantly, and every pair of eyes turns to me. “Oh, Morgana.” Leslie’s worried voice reaches me. I turn, my body still thrumming, and see her rushing to my side. “You look… terrible,” she says softly, pulling me into a hug. I need that. The comfort. Leslie is my only friend here, a maid who works in the kitchen. She’s in charge of the dishes, and she often saves leftovers, hiding them under my bed so I don’t starve. Trouble always seems to find me, and as punishment, I’m often denied food. I don't know what I'll do without her. However, I can't help but want to push her away. Her skin against mine at the moment feels uncomfortable, but I force myself to hug her back, desperate for something to hold onto. My anchor. “I'm sorry you have to endure this again,” she murmurs. “I'm fine,” I say, pulling out of her embrace; our contact is too uncomfortable to resist any longer. “Sill
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