Fiona's POV.
A mess is what I am.
By the end of the week I'm nothing but a heep of tired bones, too tired and malnourished to move but if I don't I'll get a bearing from Giovanna, that already happened twice this week, and one thing I gained from the experience was a bruised eye and a few loose teeth.
I've spent most of my week doing he chores that it would take three maids to do on a good day, but because those bastards have seen it fit to make me as miserable as possible they decided to dump it all on little old me. Amelia tried to help me several times, she'd sneak into wherever I was meant to be cleaning and try to assist but the bastards they'd assigned as my guards would scare her off before she could help, so after three days of watching my friend blanch at the sight of two tall
