Zora’s POV
Later that day after performing my chores, I felt a growing unease as I walked down the corridor towards the weekly meeting. Unlike the often cordial tone of these events, it seemed as though a dense fog of tension had descended.
The other maids were acting suspiciously, and as I walked, I couldn't help but notice that they weren't only just avoiding me like they usually did; they had faces that were angry and lacked warmth. When our paths intersected, they looked away and kept their distance and it was surprising because I had thought that we had started warming up to each other.
This feeling of solitude grew more intense as I approached the location of our meet and when I got there, I took a seat and realized that no one wanted to sit beside me. I could feel the weight of t
