The morning air was crisp, and the students of Gardenview University bustled through the hallways, but Tisha wasn’t bothered by the noise. She was used to it. In fact, she found it comforting, like the calm rhythm of cleaning, of organizing, of making sure everything was just right.

At the moment, though, she wasn’t focusing on cleaning. She was in the library, her eyes locked on the stack of books in her arms, walking as quietly as possible. The plan was simple: deliver the books to Teagan, her… well, mistress, if you want to be formal about it. Teagan had been busy with her studies, and Tisha, ever the loyal maid, made it her duty to ensure everything was in its place.