VALERIA

Freed from my task and without the housekeeper watching, I decided to slip away with the excuse of organizing the King's clothes in his closet.

So I grabbed a basket with clean sheets and walked into the castle.

I reached the ebony door and hesitated for a moment, unsure whether to step into the wolf’s den or not.

“Come on, Valeria, don’t be ridiculous. The agreement was fulfilled, and now it’s time to return to a professional dynamic—worker and employer. I’m the maid, and he’s the King