The next morning, Amaris found herself knee-deep in the laundry yard, surrounded by the soft morning light. The palace, though grand and imposing, seemed smaller in this secluded corner. Beside her was Rosalind working quietly while her delicate hands scrubbing at the fabric, and for the first time, Amaris felt a small sense of comfort, knowing she wasn't alone in her task.
"I cannot say I have ever imagined myself in such a position," Rosalind remarked, her voice light despite the effort. "A Beaumont washing linens... it seems the world has turned on its head."
Amaris smirked, wringing out a sheet. "Welcome to my life, Rosalind. Though, I'd say you're handling it a lot better than I would've expected."
Rosalind smiled softly, her posture still dignified despite the task. "It is far fro
