Priscilla was exhausted. She hauled many baskets of laundry from the Seventh Prince's estate to the laundry wing of the palace. There were many maidens at work here, thoroughly washing clothes, sheets, and anything that required their tough hands.
Her entire body was sticky and dirty from the heat. She felt uncomfortable in her scratchy handmaiden clothes. Her skin wasn't familiar with this quality. She was used to wearing the most expensive pieces of material, but only once. Then, she'd have it discarded.
After Priscilla finally finished the task, she went back to the tiny room she shared with the other servants. She couldn't change out of her uniform, since she only had two. Instead, she freshened up her appearance. She dabbed her lips with the stained red paper.
"So little is left…" Priscilla murmured.
