Freira grunted as she puts down a load of washed clothes for hanging. She readied her clips and grabbed one of the sheets, hauling it up on the rope. The heavy thing had her heaving in just a matter of seconds, sweat forming on her forehead.
She grabbed another and hanged it but the rope wasn't able to carry the weight. It broke and before she could even prevent the sheets from falling on the muddy ground, it dipped in with a splash, going on the skirt of her gown.
"Bloody hell," she hissed, looking down at herself.
She was not expecting this day would be such a failure. She woke up a while ago with a damning headache which passed when she ate the breakfast she has burnt because she was trying to ease the pain by taking in a breath of fresh hair outside the house.
When the initial tro
