My new maids

Helena’s P.O.V.

“Introduce yourselves!”

Susan’s commanding voice resonated in the surroundings, those maids bowed their heads and spoke respectfully.

“I’m Amelia.”

“And I’m Helly.”

Then they told their sad stories of being born in the breeder camp and difficulties in the previous master’s place.

“We’re so fortunate to be here and serve the Royals. We can’t express our gratitude in words.”

Only the Moon Goddess knew how I attended that introduction ceremony, fastened the special bands on their uniforms, and then listened to the oath of their loyalty.

Susan read the frustration written in bold letters on my forehead and explained.

“These are the newly bought slaves, Helena.

That’s why it’s taking longer than usual. I can understand your situation after a long, hectic day.

Please just five more minutes.”

She gave me a file to sign as a last step. As my mind was under the whirlwind of strange revelations, I wrote my name’s spelling wrong and corrected it twice. Handing her