Maid - by Hajara Muhammed-Sadiq

I am invisible. I am no one. I am simply a being that exists amongst others. At the same time, I am present .I am here but never seen. I am irrelevant. But I am needed. Being a chamber maid was everything I ever knew. My mother taught me everything I knew. She taught me what it meant to be of service. And so I learnt at a young age that I was brought into the world to wipe the palace steps that only the elite would walk on. I would wash clothes I could never have. I would clean the chamber pots , brush the hair, bathe the skin and tidy the rooms of people who would never bother themselves with my first name. I was irrelevant but I was needed. My mistress-lady anne-was a Duchess in her own right. There was nothing outstanding about her. Of course she was poised and well groomed just as a Duchess should but she was plain and had the dullest skin. The worst part of her was her hostility towards the lesser beings. She never let a moment escape her to ridicule and belittle the lesser class folks. She didn't care about my kind. She didn't have to. I was chosen to be an escort on her gallant journey to the king's <a class="tc-blue" href="https://abode.My" rel="noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">abode.My </a> mistress had been chosen to be the next Queen following the death of the previous king. The throne had been passed on and Lady Anne had been ecstatic. It was to be a marriage of convenience.And as we strode lightly in the carriage, she held her nose up high. It was going to be their first meeting and I could tell that she wasn't scared at all. I pondered over the kind of marriage they would have. I knew a basket full of eligible ladies that would throw themselves at the opportunity to be Queen. But I thought that a loveless marriage was wrong. But who cared about my opinion. I was an escort. Nothing more.When the carriage halted abruptly, I imagined that we had gotten to our destination. But I was very wrong. The last image I saw was of mymistress being dragged out of the carriage and onto the floor. Our attackers wore masks, and their swords held a scary weight. The screams I heard came from the coachmen, the horses and my mistress as I watched as she was beheaded right before my eyes. I remember running, not caring if I was committing treason by abandoning my mistress. And before I could tell, I lost consciousness. When I came to, I was hovered over by two armoured men. They stared at me awkwardly and then i heard one say, "Lady Anne. You do not need to be afraid. Your carriage was attacked and your entourage killed. We were sent to search for you. We are here to safely escort you to the palace grounds" It was then I knew there had been a terrible mistake. My mistress was dead. I was merely a chamber maid. I needed to tell them the truth but if I did, I would be hung for treason. I couldn't do that. Perhaps this wasa sign. I needed to save myself. And so I stayed quiet and let the men take me. In that instant, I was now a Duchess. Now I wasn't invisible or irrelevant. I was still present and needed . I was seen. Most importantly, I was someone.

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