"Hey! You there! Wake up!" a voice rudely interrupted her sleep.
Gwenryde stirred. "Leave me alone, I want to sleep!" she mumbled.
An angry foot kicked her roughly.
"All right! All right! I'll get up!"
"Why do you always have to wake me up so early in the morning?" she grumbled.
"Oh? Or would you rather me tell the Master that you're sleeping in?" Yurip, a trusted servant in this house, replied slyly.
Gwenryde quickly came into attention.
"No, miss!"
"Good. This are your chores for today!" she shoved a piece of paper into Gwenryde's face.
Gwenryde gritted her teeth. Years of work under Yurip's care had taught her the hard way the results of talking back to Yurip. Not only was Yurip a trusted servant, she also had the privilege of giving chores and whipping the other servants who displeased her.
Gwenryde went around her work, grumbling and cursing Yurip under her breath, careful not to let Yurip hear her. As usual, she worked while wondering, "Who am I actually?" She had been brought here by a slave trader, and the family here had bought her for 7 copper coins. They had told her she was worth less than that, and thus was working her for what they had paid for her. That was her earliest memory. Any memory before that was foggy and she couldn't see them properly. If she tried to remember, all she ended up was a bad headache.