Screams filled the room. It was the twelfth hour of labor, and all the dark-haired woman would do was watch the girl writhe in agony. It was not that the woman was incapable of assisting. She simply had no desire to do so. Her policy was to never get involved in the lives of those who served her.
Besides, the servant had been warned about lifting her gown and meeting men in the dark. Sadly, the wench did not even know the name of the man who put her in such a predicament.
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