The melancholy of living in this era was the amount of lack of privacy, especially with nobles, where the ladies-in-waiting always tagged along with their mistresses. Besides that, there was a lack of respect for women, who were only seen as materials of beauty and housework.
Such was the situation I was in. I couldn't persuade the maid to leave my side when she was dripping wet. I even told her that if it was His Highness's order to stay with me regardless of the situation, it would be better to have another handmaid attend to me.
But this woman was too stubborn to heed to anything I had to say. Sometimes, it felt like Miss Hansley could give me the space I needed. I could take care of myself well enough except for this sudden illness that came and went whenever the temperature seemed to drop around me.
