Lyra"Go and check the newly arrived beddings and rugs for the second floor," Agnes instructed one of the maids."Yes, Madam Agnes."The maid nodded quickly before hurrying away.I stood a short distance away, watching the exchange while pretending to organize a stack of folded towels in my hands.The moment my eyes landed on Agnes again, a familiar feeling of guilt immediately crept into my chest.It had already been two days since our argument that night in the garden. Two whole days, and yet every time I saw Agnes, I remembered the way I had spoken to her.The more I tried to justify my actions to myself, the worse I felt. Yes, I had been hurt and angry, but I knew deep down that I shouldn't have spoken to her that way.I sighed quietly and glanced toward her again.Agnes was already giving another maid instructions, her expression calm and composed as always. Meanwhile, I stood here fighting a battle with my conscience.Eventually, I couldn't take it anymore. Before I could change
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