Women supporting women

I was having a panic attack. I snapped severally at the personal maid assigned to me. Martha. She was sweet and loyal. And at fifteen she was only three years younger than I was. I was always particularly sweet to her and we were more like besties than future Luna and personal maid.

Martha devoted her entire life in my service. When I had recurring nightmares about Ethan and had flashbacks of almost being buried, she slept with me in my room. It was against the rules, but we kept our own secrets. Apart from Attus, Martha made my stay in the Castle bearable.

"That dress is not properly ironed! Take it out and get it ironed!" I screamed, looking at my reddened face in the mirror. I could see the fear, tiredness and exhaustion on Martha's face and it made me feel very guilty for overworking her so that when she returned with a better ironed dress, I broke into tears, embarrassing her. The poor little thing did not know how to handle my outburst.

"What if they are going to send me out