"Mary, are you sure?" May asked..
Mary, while cleaning the floor, responded, "May, you know my situation , i just i don't wanna meet someone from that kingdom." Said Mary who was consider pretty with her brown hair and golden yellow eyes.
May paused for a moment, her eyes searching Mary's face.
"Mary," May said, "I understand your hesitation. But you can't let the actions of one man tarnish your view of an entire kingdom. I mean, he is nothing—a peasant like us. He can't find you; he doesn't have the power to do that. I don't think a commoner could track you down that easily."
Mary looked uncertain, but May pressed on. "You have to believe that there are more good people than bad. "
Mary sighed, her slender fingers gripping the cleaning cloth tightly. Her thoughts were chaotic. Most of the maids came from abusive families; some even hailed from noble households. When she first arrived here, she had shared her story—how she had been trapped in a loveless and abusive marriage, one that left deep scars on her.
"I know, May," Mary whispered, her voice barely above a breath. "But it's just... It's weird , I don't wanna met.... Of course you're right, But can you just go with the young lady. Meg will be there too you won't get bored."
May's smile widened, a mischievous glimmer in her eyes. "Fine, but you owe me" she replied playfully, teasing her friend.
Mary chuckled softly, appreciating May's lightheartedness amidst their serious conversation. "Yes, I know," she conceded, a sense of gratitude filling her heart. "You should go now. The lady must be waiting. And, May, when you see her, tell her that Mary will be there shortly. We wouldn't want her to think I've vanished."
"Got it!" May exclaimed, her enthusiasm evident as she darted off towards her next task. "Oh, and Mary, our master mentioned that we should clean the corridor too. you can take care of it!"
Mary's smile lingered as she watched May disappear down the hallway. She was grateful for her friend's support and the lively spirit she brought to their work.