Week 6, Year 17XX

Being Violet’s caretaker had been extremely easy and stress-relieving.

At first glance, one might say that death had called upon me after being selected to take care of Lady Azelina’s pet (especially when we still didn’t know what Violet is and where did the creature came from)

They must have thought about being the victim of the lady’s anger (pure nonsense on that one) as taking care of an unidentified creature is already a tiring task.

But surprisingly, it’s not. And honestly, I don’t even know what my job is after going through this week.

She wasn’t similar to any animal, behaviour-wise. (the Lady said that Violet is female, though I don’t know how she knew about it considering her pet doesn’t have the…necessary equipment for any reproduction). She didn’t make a mess everywhere, she didn’t scratch nor ruin any of the Lady’s things, she wasn’t picky with her food and she wasn’t the kind who seeks attention or fear from anyone.

So, I don’t know why I had to be in the lady’s bedroom if the only duty I have was keeping watch on Violet.

The only time she acted like a pet was when we wanted her to be one. After that, she went back to either sitting closer to the lady and not doing anything or sleeping.

…I can see why the lady and Violet have some sort of resemblance.

Speaking of the lady, I didn’t manage to be as close as I have hoped for, but there’s some improvement. She didn’t stare into my soul just like usual but only look at me like a normal human would. And sometimes, we would have small conversations. Mostly about my health though. Whenever I asked lady Azelina any questions about herself, she would avoid them and change topics.

Being Violet’s caretaker had let me also notice bits of lady Azelina’s behaviour and personality as well. For instance, there would be times when the lady would stare outside her room through the window, not out of boredom, but more out of… tiredness? lost? Her expression would look like she would die anytime soon… and she would be fine with it. Whenever that happened, I would feel scared for the lady. I feared that I couldn’t do anything about it and I would let the lady end her life just like that…

And even though we weren’t close (yet), whenever I saw the lady play with Violet, she would have various smiles plastered on her face. From happy smiles, to ‘you’re silly’ smiles to a genuine laugh coming out of the lady. But at times, I could see a very sad smile, especially when she was petting a sleepy Violet.

It’s the same smile that I would get from my late parents during the last days before going to work as a maid for the first time. The smile said ‘I don’t want to let these precious moments go, but I had no choice to’. The smiles that I would always remember when coming to the manor and has led me to cry during my first night here.

I don’t know what happened to my lady for her to feel this way. I’m confident there’s more about the drowning incident than meets the eye. I feel like there were strings, traps that had been set that led to the incident in the first place.

I don’t like it. I don’t like this lady who thinks that she would die much younger before receiving her happiness. I hate this lady who has done so much for our land but thinks that she doesn’t deserve such a reward in return.

The past nor the current, lady Azelina is still the lady that I have served, am serving for, and will serve until the last second of my existence as her maid, and her pet’s caretaker.

And until then, I would make sure she would have the best life that she could ever get until she wouldn’t feel such disgust or hopelessness anymore.

Maria Sucrose