Chapter 27: Power Struggles and Bloodstained Floors
"Duchess, what are you doing?" The voice of the head maid cut through the air.
I wondered why she hadn’t appeared before me when she had come directly to my room the first time I arrived here as the duchess. She introduced herself to me before I could even ask.
"Duchess, what are you doing?" She asked again, her tone laced with concern.
"What am I doing? Can’t you see what I am doing?" I snapped.
"We can clearly see, but don’t you think you’re being too hard on your newly appointed maid? If you’re not satisfied with her work, you could have informed us so that we could assign someone else to you," she suggested.
"It’s not even been a day..."
I heard her mumbling under her breath, and it fueled my anger.
"I could have told you to change the maid?" I questioned, my patience running thin.
I could clearly see the satisfaction in her smile, as if I was doing exactly what she wanted.
"Yes, Duchess. So, you should ask before you do something," she said, locking her gaze onto mine.
I don’t know why I’m getting triggered so easily, but one thing I do know is how blind I was in my previous life. How could I not see that these people were using me? How could I not see that they were trying to maintain control over me when they were merely employees and I’m the duchess? Yes, I’m the Duchess of the North. I’m Duchess Ablia. How dare they try to dictate what I should do!
"Duchess?" She called my name, snapping me back to reality.