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Princess – Part 13

“What are you two doing up so early?” a voice called out from behind.

A brown-skinned woman appeared. Doris. Her hair was tousled from sleep, sticking out in all directions. She let out a wide yawn and shuffled over with an armful of weapons—spears, swords, and other dangerous-looking implements.

“Oh, Doris. Why are you up so early?”

“The storage still needs organizing. I was out cold the whole time, so I couldn’t help. I thought I’d get up early and finish the job.”

“That’s quite responsible of you.”

“Lady Charlotte was working while I slept. Least I can do is pull my own weight.”

Doris spread a cloth out on the lawn, laying the weapons she’d brought across it. Most were in poor condition—rusted, dusty, and clearly neglected.

Sitting cross-legged, she grabbed an arrow, brushed off the dirt, and began polishing the tip with a damp cloth.

“These are in awful shape,” Doris grumbled. “You could’ve at