"My Lady. Breakfast is served."
Carla sighed heavily when the creepy butler had come to inform her, in her socalled bedchamber that food was ready.
At this rate, her life was becoming cruelly and annoyingly redundant.
It was the same thing for the past three days. Dressing in olden day silk and having remote-controlled people speak to her ever so poised over anything she needed.
She had personal maids to attend to everything for her, including changing and bathing her- which was quite insane.
"Take your hands off me!" She rudely slapped away the hand of one of the girls helping her dress as she hissed in annoyance, staring at the mirror in front of her.
The maid slightly simply stepped back, bowing her head in submission as she waited for Carla to stand from the dresser which only made the blonde head angrier.
Why were the people in this god forsaken palace or whatever it was called so rigid?
