[My name is Sophia Carter. I am fifty-one years old, a maid working under Master Christian and mistress Eva.]
[Impertinent. Once upon a time, that word described me perfectly.]
[My world was small. It revolved around the Carter and the Ashvale Family. Within that tiny world, I held myself high, clinging to what little pride my insignificant abilities allowed me.]
[That pride was shattered by a boy half the age of my previous mistress, the one I now call master: Christian.]
[When I first met him, I wondered what someone so weak could possibly do. Honestly, I was filled with disdain toward him.]
[When he was attacked by an assassin, no one knew how disappointed I was when he survived. The attacks couldn't end like this, could they? Surely they would finish him eventually. Right? I hoped they would.]
[And my prayers were answered. Yet he still survived.]
[How tenacious... I remember thinking that at the time.]
Sophia paused as she wrote, her eyes lingering on the words.
