I have legs. That's one thing I wanted to say to these maids for the past few days, but what's the point? They act indifferently towards me but treat me like a doll. After getting dolled up for four days, I can't take it anymore. I'm supposed to like the treatment I'm getting, but I actually feel like a doll. A doll that can't talk or move.
I've been ignored so much that I feel like I've stopped talking altogether. I just gave up on speaking at some point. I asked about Poppy a few times but was either ignored or given rehearsed lines.
"My lord is busy."
They say it so mechanically, as if they've been programmed. Their voices lack any warmth or genuine concern. I see them exchanging glances, silently deciding that my questions aren't worth answering. If Poppy doesn't want to see me, fine. But I need to go home. How, though? My frustration grows each day, coiling tighter in my chest like a spring about to snap.
