Michaela's POV
The following morning, I headed down for breakfast right after I got ready for the day. I wore that blasted uniform as I grabbed myself a plate.
"Good morning." A woman, who is about the same age as me, greeted me.
"Good morning." I smiled.
"Let me fix you a plate." She offered.
"It's okay, I can do this. Thank you for offering." I smiled.
She hovered beside me as I slowly put some food on my plate. I didn't want to be rude and it was making me anxious to ask if she wanted something from me.
"I... Look, I'm sorry. I don't mean to hover around your personal space. It's just that- I heard what happened, and I just wanted to see if you're okay." She said.
"Thank you." I smiled. "I'm okay."
"I know that the King can be really harsh at times, but this is too much.
