The next morning, Victoria was awoken by a handmaid she hadn't met before with her breakfast in a tray, she introduced herself with an emotionless expression as Cyra, she had short auburn hair and ember eyes as well as freckles adorning her slightly chubby cheeks, she would have looked so child like and innocent if she wasn't watching Victoria like she was trying to see the insides of Victoria's soul.
Words couldn't express how much she missed Mallory and her bright smiles which rivaled the sun itself. Victoria ate her breakfast silently, as usual the meal was a bit too much for her and when she offered Cyra to join her, she only shook her head and said that was highly improper for a mere servant to share a meal with a lady.
"I'm not a real lady, though." Victoria said, popping some green grapes into her mouth.
