Stella darted her eyes around warily and bent to reply in a hushed tone, "My lady please do not question me such, else I be slain for gossip. The whereabouts of the first prince are not for servants like I to speak of.
I'll go prepare your bath now." She lowered her head and then turned to leave.
Rain narrowed her gaze at the back of the servant leaving hastily. Her lips puckered slightly and her forehead creased into a frown, but she didn't bother the jittery maidservant anymore. In an unfamiliar land, it was wisdom to respect tradition.
Stella clearly knew something, but it appeared she would rather jump off that window than tell a soul.
Rain sat on a stool by the bath tub and watched the maidservant gradually fill it with warm water.
Once she had washed and helped to dress, she was led to the far-flung room pace of a dining hall. Awaiting to serve, uniformed servants adorned in regal uniforms filed in waiting around the dining table.
