‎"You're the maid replacement?" Hexon asked the moment his guards escorted you through the estate doors. ‎ ‎Your threadbare, outgrown clothes screamed orphanage. He almost demanded to know why his former maid had chosen you of all people. All he actually knew: you’d finished college at some local school back in your province. ‎ ‎"Your room’s on the ground floor near the kitchen. Your uniform’s there," he added, eyes skimming you from head to toe before you were led away to be briefed by the other staff. ‎ ‎Hexon hadn’t expected you to look like that. ‎ ‎