Maya's POV

The servant's quarters were worse than my cell had been. At least in the dungeon, I'd had my own space, even if it was tiny and cold. Now I shared a cramped room with three other servants, sleeping on a thin mattress on the floor while they whispered about me in the dark, calling me cursed and dangerous.

Mrs. Harrow woke us before dawn every morning with sharp commands and assignment lists. The other servants got normal duties, tending the gardens, cleaning the guest rooms, ...