The castle had always kept a veritable army of cleaning staff. The vastness of the building required much care and devotion from its keepers. As soon as all the rooms had been cleaned once over, it was time to start back at the beginning again. The floors had to be kept constantly shiny, swept, mopped, and waxed, for the vanity of the Master extended to his property as well. The staff were to keep out of sight; invisible servants, to be used and not seen.

For Babette, her alternation had affected little about her duties. Another servant in another uniform in the service of another rich master. One more face in the multitude. What did she matter in this castle?

Perhaps this was why she had always taken such pride in her appearance. Yes, her maid's uniform had always cut a most shapely figure indeed. Her pretty features were framed by the short hair required of all the castle staff, and she danced slightly as she swept away the dust from the castle rooms.

But objects often wear out faster than humans. Occasionally a feather would pluck loose from her transformed self and she would wipe it away with the rest of the dust, promising herself she wouldn't cry. What was it to her? Just another feather in the multitude.


Eh. Don't care for this chapter so much either. I'm still hoping to make this ten chapters, so do stay tuned.

-SilverInkblot