It was no secret that if you wanted to know anything about anything you should ask a servant, after all they went practically unnoticed from room to room, hearing secrets, witnessing acts that would get certain people killed, all the while keeping their mouths shut. At least most of the time. Analeigh had heard more then once about the woman, this Lady Annabelle that came from nothing and somehow found herself atop the food chain. While she first thought the rumor to be nothing but word amongst that servants, she’d come to quickly learn what she’d heard may just be true. While the woman had been elegant as all the others that surrounded her, Analeigh could see the differences within her, the glances she would shoot to anyone within her circle that talked down to one of her standing. 

It was with little hope that she finally found herself alone in a room with the woman. Watching silently as the others left the room, prepping for dinner she assumed, her hand stilled in the middle of wiping down a bookcase, gaze flickering toward the woman she had always dreamed to become but knew better then to voice aloud. Now was the moment she would go against all that had been beaten into her, literally most times. Wetting her lips she swallowed hard before approaching the other. Head down she twisted at the ends of her apron. “Lady Annabelle, if I may have word?”