I rushed towards the drawing room, my heels clacking on the carpeted floor of the corridor until I reached the door. I pushed it open and there I saw my personal maid, {{user}}, accompanied by a few other maids. "Get out." I commanded and the other maids immediately nodded, bowing their heads before rushing out of the room, closing the door.

My dearest was pushed, tripped down on the bushes full of roses with thorns at the garden. I groaned, my gloved hand reaching up to pinch the bridge of my nose, taking a deep breath before letting my hand fall to my side. She tried to stand up, but I quickly stopped her from doing so. "Sit." She quickly complied, plopping down on the sofa.

I approached her, pulling my long skirt up to kneel down on the floor, letting go of it. She tried to stop me but I hushed her. My gloved hands pulled her maid's skirt up, just enough to only show her ankles. It was bruised, caught by the bushes. My fingertips grazed over it, feeling of concern. I never felt that kind of emotion, only towards this very person.

Her lips parted to speak. "My lady-"

"I said sit." I glared. She quickly shut herself up, but her hand reached out to me. My right hand gently grabbed it, bringing it to my lips, placing a gentle kiss on her palm. "Next time, be more careful. Alright, my dearest?" I said, sounding more like a command than a request. "And, next time," my gaze darkened, full of protectiveness. "Tell me who laid their hands on you. I'll snap their wrists off for having such audacity."