Boartusk Heights i’m staying low, staying low, turning pages

yes.

she tried not to stare at him, to catch his eye in any way meaningful. one low-ranked such as her did not deny those above.

this was what she had traded.

her work trembled in her grasp.

what is it you do? she inquired. they were both servants to this gothic realm, though agrippina knew he held more trust than she.