"Yasmin," Mauve smiled as she sat on the bed. The candle in her room had burned about halfway, having been left lit since she left the room.
Yasmin hurried forward and curtsied, "M-my lady."
Mauve didn't miss how the maid's voice shook when she addressed Mauve. This was pretty common. Mauve didn't blame her; Yasmin had always attended to Jevera and was considered her personal maid. She must feel a certain way knowing she would now have to refer to Mauve with this title.
"Thank you for coming on such short notice," Mauve said, wincing at the end of her words as Danag's warning echoed in her head, though she quickly pushed it aside.
"It's no problem, m-my lady. What do you need?"
"I would like you to teach me…" She paused and gestured to the bed. She had already spread out the things she would need. Different colors of yarn balls lay across the bed along with Mauve's terrible attempt at a sock.
