Ugh, this is the part I hate, walking to the castle in the cold, thick snow. I see a great, stone structure rising in the distance. In this lifeless structure my life unfolds. From sunrise to sunset, this is where I work as a servant girl. Most of the time I am assigned mundane jobs such as cooking and cleaning, but sometimes a curious odd job turns up for my attention. Walking over the drawbridge …showed first 75 words of 745 total…

…showed last 75 words of 745 total…while I stir the soup, knead the bread, and work. Finally the workday is over. I gather my things, put on my thin shawl, and leave. The drawbridge creaks under my own weight yet again, as I wonder what would happen under an entire army’s weight. Tomorrow preparations will begin for the king’s visit. I see the castle disappear into the distance as I wonder what will be in store for me tomorrow.