Chapter 19 The punishment
Through the window glass, I watched the trampled snow coating the courtyard speckled with all sorts of people — rich or poor, ladies or maidens, widows or others who had problems, could make their petitions to the King who was pausing and sparing time to each and every subject.
The crowd was shivering in such a cold. Yet compared to the biting harshness, the problems of their life and making petitions to their Majesty seemed more indispensable.
To be honest, if I had never come here, I might never know how tiring a King's life could be. The entire day would be a mess for any king since he would be always busy and had such piles of works to be done. Though it was all about petitions and queries, it seemed harder to me.
The King stole a glance at me and for a second, the ease that appeared on his face what seemed like a smile vanished shortly. Not surprising. It had been a week I was here as his maid and he would do the same thing every day.