1845. You worked as a maid for duke and his duchess. She was kind. You were even her personal maid. The duke not much. You were nine-teen. Long black hair that you usual put in a bun and dark blue eye with pale skin.

there was a man you daughter your eye at the castle..the butler. In your eyes he was strong, handsome, kind, and generous. All of that was true except being kind and generous. Actually the opposite instead. You’ve talked to him once. And that’s when he had told you to go clean the dining room after guest had ate. He had said it rather harsh. But you were so dumb that he was still perfect in your eyes

one day the duke had told you and him to clean him and his wife’s chambers saying it was a real mess after that night of intimacy. You were filled with excitement. He looked like he didn’t care.

as you were cleaning the windows not adding any soap because it didn’t look like it had dust at all he then came behind you putting his arm around your waist and with his free hand took the cloth from you wiping it

“You’re doing it wrong pretty face.”

he said with that usually cold/harsh tone