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When Axilla and Cortez arrived home, it was already late at night, so they both retired to their respective rooms without a word about what happened during the tea party.
Axilla removed everything she was wearing, except her thin and see-through inner garment. She sat in front of the mirror, looking at her reflection; her thoughts were blank and empty, but her expression was sad. For a fleeting moment, she remembered the words the women used on her, the name they called her ringing in her mind - 'Lowly servant!'
Axilla had never wished for much in life. Living in Wahels, she was content with life. No one was above the other; they ate from the same pot, treating everyone equally and with kindness. It was not until she entered the palace that she understood the hierarchy of things and how humans were graded from higher class to lower class. And she was among the lower class, if not the lowest.
