Renata POV
The smell of fresh linen invaded my nostrils. The smell brought back a vivid memory of me and Sylvie, the rooms maid at the Pride, changing the sheets in the castle. Sylvie's oval tanned face flickered in the darkness. Her white pearly teeth and dimples made me smile. She had a small silver nose ring that I wanted so badly.
When Sylvie first started at the castle she was a fresh faced twenty year old, the youngest of the staff, who needed money to start her coffee shop. At first she refused my help but then she let me tag along. I was six and totally amazed by the pretty maid who had the most infectious giggle.
'A little princess doesn't change the sheets, little cub, but it's good to learn'. Sylvie winked at me.
Sylvie was my favourite maid. I would follow her around and
