The early morning light filters through as I descend the stairs, determined to break free from the confines of my room. Seeking solace in the company of Beatrice, I make my way to the maid quarters, a desire for fresh air propelling me forward. A soft knock on her door precedes the anticipation of her response.

The door swings open, revealing Beatrice and her words hang in the air with unexpected weight. "Great, both of you are here together," she declares, and suddenly, the strong scent of my ...