Maid for Him
the Queen answered simply.
“But my house is small,” Miriam said, the words tumbling out of her mouth.
The Queen smiled, her face softening. “I wasn’t born into wealth. We’ll manage. Please… I need this.”
Another glance passed between Miriam and Cressida, both wide-eyed. Miriam looked back at the Queen, and in her smile, she saw something unspoken but sincere. She nodded, slowly at first, then with conviction.
This time, when the Queen embraced her, Miriam welcomed the warmth, surprised by how natural it felt. Despite the shared tragedy, there was something comforting about this strange alliance—two grieving mothers bound by loss, now clinging to each other for strength.
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