C19 The loss

Elara leaned against the wooden kitchen counter, her fingers raw and hurting from scrubbing the stone floors all morning. Sweat clung to her brow as the burning sun filtered through the narrow windows. The housemaids were nowhere to be seen, dismissed by Mara under the misleading appearance of needing "order" in the household.

"Finish the washing before sundown, Luna," Lyria frowned