Exalia’s pov; It was night, and Mabel and I had just finished dinner. We had mashed potatoes, prepared by Mabel’s expert hands.Not to exaggerate, but she was an excellent cook.“My lady,” she called out to me in a calm voice.“What’s up, dear?” I asked, looking at her.She sat on a wooden chair close to my bed.“About that stupid, idiotic girl who disrespected you earlier today—I’m really sorry about it,” she said in a soothing and calming tone.“Haha, where’s this coming from? Oh, come on, it’s not your fault, haba!” I laughed in reply.“I know, but I so badly wanted to beat the hell out of her.” I knew Mabel meant every word. It was obvious from the way she had pinned that girl by the throat and warned her never to disrespect me again. I was proud of Mabel; she could be a fierce little beast.“It’s all good; let’s not talk about it,” I said, shifting my pillow.“Yeah, sure, my lady,” she replied humbly.
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