Royce shuffled down the stairs and into the kitchen, cursing herself for her clumsy hands and footing.
She had gotten better at a lot of things since she left the Marsh; skills in fighting, increased speed, and strength, even a bit of weaponry. She had to as life had not been made easy being holed up in that so-called “boarding school” that she was sent to.
But one thing about Royce, she could never fully detach from the flaw of being clumsy. No matter how hard she tried. Royce would always be just a little bit clumsy.
She snatched off that servant's clothing and quickly put her street clothes back on. The urge to leave was palpable. She yanked at the collar on her neck and it shocked her.
“Sh-” she hissed, cutting off her urge to curse with the immense frustration that she felt. She
