My room is nothing

Like the rest of the house

It is small and shabby

Fit for a mouse

Is hold no windows

No fan

But I'm thankful for a place to rest.

My creaky door creeks.

I flew to my feet

I bowed with respect

"Master Alistair."

His eyes glowed in the dark.

He stepped towards me

And I saw a spark

In his eyes when he looked at me.

"If you do your job well

You'll get a better room.

In the morning, go to the maid quarters for breakfast.

Then report to me

For your duty of the day."

I bowed again

And said "Yes sir."

He handed me a dress

I looked it over once

Twice

Then laughed at the mess

"You expect me to wear that?"

I scoffed. Then apologize after.

"Mistress already gave me my uniform."

I showed him the ankle length

Sheet.

He laughed a hearty laugh,

And shook his head

"She only gave you that

To make you look dread.

I'll advise you to don't mind her

She's bad news-"

"But she's your wife,

Why such bad views?"

"She's my wife

But there's no love.

You wouldn't understand.

You're just a poor country girl."

If I didn't know what pain was

I knew now

I felt it between my chest

I lowered my head

"I need to go to bed."

He left immediately

Not another word was said.

And that's all I could think of.