A maid to do her hair. To draw her a bath. To compliment her dress. It was all a fairy tale too good to be true. And yet here she was. The tears of last night were forgotten, but not the maid’s kind gesture. “Thank you, Tilly. I’m Ruth.” She gave the maid a shy smile. She had dreamed of servants, but now that she had one, she didn’t actually know how to interact with her and not feel awkward. “Will there be time for a bath? The dress will need to be taken in a little here, on both sides…” she showed the maid.