Marielle's hands paused in the middle of tying the ribbon. [Wait … didn't that soldier call me the Queen's personal maid earlier?]
But now that she thought about it, Her Majesty had never officially appointed her as a personal maid. Maybe the Queen had just asked for a maid to help her change clothes, and the soldier had misunderstood.
At least this time, Marielle wasn't jumping to the worst conclusions.
"I'm sorry if I'm speaking out of turn, Your Majesty," Marielle said gently. "But I've only been working here for a little less than two months, so I'm still very new. I don't have as much experience as the other maids."
Primrose turned her head just slightly so she could meet Marielle's eyes over her shoulder. "If you become my personal maid, your salary will be tripled."
Marielle's eyes went wide. "T-Tripled?!" she gasped before quickly covering her mouth. "I apologize, Your Majesty, I didn't mean to shout."
