Some passing maids and eunuchs turned their heads at the sound, their gazes momentarily flicking toward her. Some sent her irritated glares, while others quickly looked away, as if fearing they'd be caught staring.
Working for Dimitri was never going to be easy anyway, she thought bitterly. But I didn't come here just to fetch water for his bath. I need to be by his side when he reads those documents, not serving as his personal errand girl.
Brushing away her irritation, Sorayah looked around until she spotted a wooden bucket that one of the other servants had left behind. She grabbed it and made her way toward the mansion's central well, a grand stone structure that stood proudly in the middle of the courtyard, surrounded by ornate carvings of wolves.
As she reached the well and prepared to lower the fetcher inside, a sharp voice called out from behind her.
"Hey! Stop that!"
