Chapter 104

Chapter 104:

Thanks to her for ordering me to scrub Damon’s enormous chambers twice.

I had to sneak into the kitchen to eat after scrubbing, as I felt lightheaded and was on the verge of passing out.

“Aurora!” A voice called.

I turned to see a maid making her way toward the kitchen.

My brows furrowed in confusion as she stared at the herb and fruit juice in my hand, a frightened look plastered on her face.

“You’re not done yet?” she asked urgently. “The mistress wants her drinks now, and she’s mad about the delay!” She half-screamed, grabbing a golden tray and placing the glass cups on it.

“Here, you have to appear in her room now. Just hope she doesn’t tear you into pieces.”

My face crinkled in anger and confusion as I stared at the maid, speechless.

“I just finished scrubbing the King’s room. I started two minutes ago— isn’t that fast enough?!” I screamed in frustration, almost pulling my hair out.

“She doesn’t give a damn how long you’ve been working or what chore you’re doing. To her, you’re a robot, and a robot performs any task efficiently without complaint.”

“I’m tired!” I lamented, blinking hard to keep the tears from spilling into her drink.

“She doesn’t care about that either. Now, run along!” she urged, opening the door for me.

Panting hard, I took the stairs two at a time, balancing the tray in one hand, knocking on the door with the other, and waiting for a response.

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A faint voice came from inside, and I slowly opened the door, muttering a prayer to the Moon goddess to erase her anger.

“Who do you think you are, making me wait for you?!” she flared, walking toward me angrily.

My hands gripped the tray to keep its contents from spilling as fear enveloped me. The last thing I wanted was punishment.

“What were you doing?” she screamed in my face. I shut my eyes quickly to avoid her saliva from hitting my eyes.

“Can’t you talk? Cat got your tongue?”

I swallowed hard and tightened my grip on the tray, my eyes lowering to the herb and fruit juice.

“I’m sorry, ma’am,” I apologized, sucking in a deep breath and releasing it slowly, bracing myself for her outbursts.

I almost staggered as the contents of the cups spilled onto the tray when she slapped me across the face.

My heart sank to the depths of my stomach as I glared at her, tears flooding my eyes.

My blood simmered with anger, but I fought hard to control it. She wouldn’t hesitate to throw me in the dungeon and let me starve to death if I reacted.

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