Yaya coughed and coughed, feeling a sudden draft that shouldn't be there.
'Weren't the windows closed? Or did the maids secretly open them after she slept so she could get ill?'
In her subconsciousness, Yaya asked these questions, slowly forcing her heavy eyelids open.
Sleep was such a precious thing to her.
You would think after staying in this tower with nowhere to all, sleep would be all she knew to do.
But that was a lie.
Every day, she was awakened by the troublesome maids, and given tasks to do within the tower.
They were the ones assigned by her 'beloved' husband, the Count, to perform these duties.
But since the bastard probably loved to see her in more agony, he overlooked their bullying, as they now have her these tasks they were supposed to do.
That's right, they would come to her tower, chill and relax while watching her do the tasks they were supposed to do.
