I became a maid in a fearsome ducal household.

But what do you know—they’ve assigned me to a young master who carries a blade in his mouth instead of a tongue.

I, Ayla, once the most brazen girl in the village, knew to stretch my limbs only after checking where I was lying down.

Ah. Turns out, this wasn’t a place to lie down after all?

One wrong move and I might end up buried six feet under for good?

It’s not like I have any power.

If I want to keep this pitiful life, I’ve got to run first and think later.

But, uh… they say the Duke who tried to kill me died instead?

Knock knock. Young Master, it’s me, your runaway maid.

I’ve come back quietly and obediently.

You’ll forgive me… won’t you?