Later that day, Camilla had finished training and had progressed well with studying the skeletons, so she headed back to the private quarter to rest a bit, and as she walked into the hallways in her armor, the other maids stared at her for a second before one of them rushed in to lead her to the bath.
It felt a bit weird to have come last, yet to have already outranked them, but the reason for it was obvious. Almost all of the maids in the private quarter were noble ladies, daughters of prestigious families, fragile petals that had lived in peace and could only thrive in complete safety.
Compared to them, she was but a wild beast, a rugged adventurer girl who lacked all sense of decorum and fine grace. In any other royal palace, she would've been reduced to a mere servant, or even a common guard, as her father was in Baltos's palace.
