Lily sat alone in the corner of the servant’s quarters, her back pressed against the cold stone wall. The others huddled by the fire, laughing, passing around bread and dried meat. Her stomach growled, eyes fixed on the floor.
They thought she was proud. Arrogant. A snub. They still hadn’t realized she was mute.
No one asked about it either, they just assumed she thought she was better than them. A spoiled Brightpaw girl, too good to answer when spoken to. So they made her pay for it.
"She always acts like she can’t hear us," one of them said, loud enough for her to hear. "Too good to share the same food?"
“She can eat what’s left if there’s anything,” another replied with a smirk.
They laughed. Then someone kicked over the small bowl they had set aside for her. Bread crumbs scattered on the floor.
