CHAPTER TWENTY NINE

The knock on the door was rushed, coming in successions. Oh the guts of them. The servants here were too rude. No doubt they still saw her as a lost prisoner who was leaving on pardon. All other Riverlanders were slaves now, some dead. Including Mia. That thought alone made her fully awake and eager to leave the bed. "Enter" she replied. Fixing a glare at the young girl that came. Tray in hands and barrels of warm water held by two boys behind her. "My lady. The Lord requires all presence at the manor hall, the throne room in minutes" she spoke quickly and set about. Nearly dragging her out if bed and making it. Quickly shooing the young boys away, she went into the washroom and made the wash pot. Complete with oils and herbs. "My lady you must hurry. He has sent man to pull every last person out. No exceptions" she pleased hurriedly "If you are done here, you could leave my chamber and let me sleep. I have no business with your Lord or what event he holds. Tell him I will be glad