"Rose," a voice called, and she lifted her head from the floor she was scrubbing. She was dressed in maid's clothes and an apron, she wore a scarf around her head to hold her hair in place and keep it from covering her eyes.
Rose frowned, but her expression brightened a little when she saw who it was. She scrambled to her feet and curtsied. "Mister 'enry," Rose called.
He stood in the doorway and gestured for her to step out of the room. Rose glanced at the floor, hesitant. She had only just begun cleaning this room, and it was still mostly a mess.
"Don't worry, someone else will take care of it," Henry said when he noticed her reaction.
"Okay," Rose replied, wiping her hands on the back of her clothes. She stepped over the bucket and walked out of the room, partially closing the door behind her. "Is somet'ing wrong?" she asked.
"No, some things arrived for you."
