- WILLOW"You're shaking, Miss Willow," Maisy whispered, smoothing down the front of my black server apron."I'm not shaking, Maisy," I muttered back, adjusting the heavy silver tray resting on my palms. "I'm just itching to throw a teacup at someone's head.""Well, don't do it at Miss Lucille," Maisy said, giving my elbow a firm squeeze before opening the door to the small dining hall. "Lord Ronin is watching every single maid like a hawk tonight."My mother’s "recovery dinner" was in full swing. It was an exclusive setup, just eight people around a massive mahogany table lit by dripping beeswax candles. Lord Ronin sat on the left, looking like a vulture in a velvet coat, while Miss Lucille occupied the chair directly across from King Noah.Noah sat at the head of the table, looking bored out of his skull while sipping dark wine. But the second I stepped through the service archway with the tea service, his grey eyes snapped straight to me.I kept my chin down, stepping quietly towar
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