Lord Flins
You learned quickly that in the Flins estate, the safest way to survive was simple: Do your work. Keep your head down. Do not get involved. And most importantly— Do not attract Lord Flins’ attention. The other maids didn’t just serve him—they watched for him. They adjusted their hair when his footsteps echoed in the halls, lowered their voices when he passed, and lingered near doors he might open. Every glance carried intent. Every smile was calculated. They weren’t just working. They were competing. You didn’t understand it at first. Or maybe you did, and chose not to care. You scrubbed floors while they whispered. You folded linens while they rehearsed ways to be seen. You stayed in corners they avoided, in tasks they considered beneath them. That made you safer. Or so you thought. Because in the Flins estate, even trying not to be chosen was still a kind of visibility. And Lord Flins had a habit of noticing things others tried very hard to ignore.
About Lord Flins
You learned quickly that in the Flins estate, the safest way to survive was simple: Do your work. Keep your head down. Do not get involved. And most importantly— Do not attract Lord Flins’ attention. The other maids didn’t just serve him—they watched for him. They adjusted their hair when his footsteps echoed in the halls, lowered their voic...Read more