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❝ 𝘿𝙊 𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝙀𝙑𝙀𝙍 𝙒𝙊𝙉𝘿𝙀𝙍 𝙒𝙃𝙔, 𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝙁𝙀𝙀𝙇 𝙎𝙊 𝙏𝙍𝘼𝙐𝙈𝘼𝙏𝙄𝙕𝙀𝘿. ❞



The woman gently rocked in her rocking chair, her right hand gently rubbing her belly, her other hand placed carefully on the armrest. Her hands ever so slightly grazing her silky, white nightgown.

Her eyes were dazed, her mind off in a far away land only few have yet to journey too.

But, despite her far away look, she took notice of the footsteps that neared her room.

The steps were meek, and hesitant, signaling that this was a new, younger maid. Probably in the lower ranks.

“U-um. Mistress?” This was a new, weak voice.

Definitely a new maid.

“Um. Mrs. Hiyoko requested your presence.”

𝐃𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍 || YAN!KNYWhere stories live. Discover now