Twenty five

RAVEN’S POV:

There was a knock on the door, jolting me awake from my deep sleep. I rubbed my eyes drowsily as my gaze reached for the wall clock across the room. It was still noon.

I quickly scrambled out of the bed and turned the doorknob, opening the door. It was a young lady dressed in a servant uniform with two bags in her hands. When she saw me, she immediately bowed respectfully. "Hello, Miss. I'm here to clock in for the day. I'm your newly assigned maid."

I stared at her as her auburn-colored pigtails bounced when she bowed. I was still stunned by what she said, so I muttered, "Maid? I don't need a maid."

She quickly straightened up, looking at me as though she couldn't understand why I was saying so. But still, she put on a forced smile and repeated, "My name is Lena. I'm your assigned maid. You can call on me if you need anything."

I wanted to argue and tell her I didn't need one. But on second thoughts, I realized it could have been the butler or Bethany who assigned her to