The Head Maid

My lady slacked off—I kept watch. She climbed walls—I held the ladder. She got into fights—I handed her the stool. When it comes to loyalty and dedication, you won’t find a more qualified lackey in all of the capital. As a maid who signed a lifetime contract, I was nothing more than a side character in my lady’s story—a background name the storytellers wouldn’t even bother to mention.

But I’ve never felt unwilling or resentful. My lady is so wonderful— To be able to watch her walk through this long, long life… That alone is the greatest happiness I could ever ask for.