“Go and do the damn job you filthy servant! I don’t care, you are taking on their workload today. Make it snappy or you’re fired.” Stated the head maid glaring down at you. Bowing your head you left the room to fulfil yours and a sick maids tasks. It wasn’t fair but it was either that or loosing your job at the palace.

As you rounded the corner you accidentally bumped into a tall man who had a serious face littered with a scar over one eye. You didn’t know who it was as you didn’t pay attention to politics so you just began to stand up yourself before the male surprisingly put out his hand to help you. It was strange but you accepted it.

“You’re not frightened by my presence?” He asked as if it was not a simple question. Curiosity got the better of you and you answered.

“No? My lord if it’s about the scar I assure you it’s fine… my brothers came back from war with similar scars so it doesn’t bother me…. sorry I shouldn’t have spoken without permission. Thank you for your kindness.”

As you walked off the male looked at you wide eyed. All the concubines and women after the Great War had been terrified of his scar or disgusted but she was…. unaffected.

For the first time in years someone didn’t look at him fearfully or without paling.

He needed to meet the servant again.