Power was only as strong as the whispers that kept it upright, and I could already hear them shifting. I'd heard the maids whispering, talking about the fact that Gideon was groaning now. They dreaded it as much as did because when Gideon had been in charge, the men had been completely out of control; they'd get drunk and do whatever they wanted to the maids.
Under Gideon's leadership, women meant nothing, but I'd tried my best to change that. And there was a bit of respect existing now between the male and female staff.
The maids had said they'd heard some men talking about it as well, they'd been glad things would finally go back to normal. And I knew very well that the maids never lied amongst themselves during gossip.
The news had spread and it was dangerous. It was empowing to some while others dreaded it. How long till people began to act up? How long till the defiance returned? How long till someone tried to assassinate me again?
