I dragged myself back to my quarters after the meeting. I was so tired it was like my first day as a scullery maid all over again – when I was beyond exhausted that I could barely walk. I didn't realize until today that sitting through lengthy discussions in a stuffy room could be just as exhausting as polishing the hallways or washing dirty sheets. I guessed I should have expected as much; after getting used to Lucrezia's very lenient schedule, I was suddenly jarred into a workload reminiscent of my secretary days.