Stew Instead of Holy Water
“Leta, dinner is ready!”
Leta woke up to the voice of another maid who had come with her from the Grand Duke's castle.
She had been lying in bed with the blanket pulled over her head.
“I don't want to eat.”
Her voice was rough from her cold.
Her mouth felt dry, and more than food, she just wanted to sleep.
“Come on, get up! The Head Butler said everyone has to eat dinner. No exceptions.”
The Head Butler?
Confused, Leta pushed back her blanket.
She wasn't the only one coughing in the servants' quarters.
The medicine she had taken earlier had stopped her coughing, but when she touched her forehead, she could still feel a fever.
I don't have any appetite...
Still, Leta always followed orders.
She slowly forced herself out of bed.
As soon as she entered the dining hall, she smelled a…
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