"I trust you slept well last night." Nieah said as she inspected the manor's newest staff member from head to toe, her gaze sharp and assessing.
It was the break of dawn, the pale light of morning just beginning to filter through the tall windows lining the corridor. The day's activities were already in full swing. Footsteps of servants echoed softly down the halls, doors opened and closed, and the quiet murmur of voices filled the air as the household staff attended to their respective duties.
Mirelle nodded emphatically. "Yes, Mistress Nieah," she answered, her eyes fixed firmly on the floor as she stood before the door that led into the servants' quarters, enduring Nieah's thorough appraisal. Years of service in noble households had taught her caution and that direct eye contact from someone of her station could easily be mistaken for insolence. She had no reason to believe Prince Ragnar's estate would be any different.
