"My lady, this is not only for beautifying your nails; it also keeps your feet and body cool under the Dusthaven sun. Rest assured, please sit down," Heron said in a calm yet firm tone, trying to persuade her.
"Are you waiting for spring to bloom in Dusthaven? Stop dillydallying," Butler Heron snapped at the maid, stepping behind her to inspect the process.
Mirabella stood rooted to the spot, still unwilling to take the seat. Her eyes lowered to the maid, who kept her head bowed. Even though she didn't appreciate the way the maid spoke with her earlier, she also disliked the idea of someone cleaning her feet. Still debating to herself, she heard the maid's trembling voice.
"Please give your feet, my lady. If I don't do my duty well, I will be punished by the king," Nyssara said, her body trembling and her face red with embarrassment.
Mirabella's eyes widened. Huh? That was the fastest shift in one's behavior, she thought to herself.
