Seraphine went straight to her room once the carriage stopped. Her feet pounded the stone floor hard and fast without stopping. She passed several maids but did not care enough to nod to them as the Viscountess always suggested. Something about maintaining a good rapport with the building staff.
Tch. Why should I?
She closed the door with a loud thud. For a moment, she leaned on the wooden door. Taking a few breaths to calm herself. She saw that the candles in her room were already being lighted upon, which was out of the ordinary. The maids never cared to tend to her room. She guessed that it was the Viscountess doing.
What is that old hag trying to achieve by doing these kinds of things to me?
Just a few days before, Seraphine had obviously told her unsavory things about her dead da
