Game of Thrones: Digger of the Dreadfort

She is the Lord's maid, and she only needs to serve the Lord well.

In addition to milking the cows every day, I also clean the milk, clean the lord, and wash the clothes...

These tasks are easy and can be done in one go.

Therefore, Melanie has a lot of free time.

"Melanie, what do you do?"

asked the woman next to me. Her name was Daisy and she was a washerwoman.

A very young and very good-looking washerwoman.

Except for a few aristocratic ladies Melanie had met, almost no one could compare to her in appearance.

Daisy didn't know Melanie's identity and just thought she was an ordinary servant.

Today she was assigned the task of mending twenty cloaks and had to clean more than 100, so she roped in Melanie to help her share some of the work.

"I'm the new cook." Melanie said guiltily.

Once they knew that she was Lord Domeric's personal maid, even the lords and knights respected her, let alone ordinary people.

This also resulted in Melanie never being able to make friends.

So she chose to hide her identity.

"Cook?" Daisy glanced at Melanie's big breasts and lamented:

“A young, beautiful and well-figured cook like you will arouse more than just curiosity in the kitchen.

You will be touched, pinched, photographed, played with...

The boy who washes the pots will crawl into your blanket in the dark, the lonely chef will want you to be his wife, and the baker will deliberately slap your butt with his flour-covered hands..."

Is the cook so miserable?

Melanie couldn't believe it.

She also worked in the kitchen of the Great Castle.

I don’t know if it’s because she is the lord’s maid, so Melanie doesn’t have the opportunity to be exposed to these dirty things.

"You don't believe it? I used to work in the kitchen of a knight," Daisy said lightly, "washing dishes and wiping pots."

"The knight is old and poor, and the manor is almost bankrupt. My father forced me to be his cook..."

Daisy gritted her teeth and said, "I don't like washing dishes and wiping pots, and I don't like having his thing in my body, so I ran away.

At that time, I watched the freight carriage rumble past me. Without thinking, I jumped on the carriage and hid. No one stopped me. "

"But now you..."

"A washerwoman has a much better future than a cook. At least she has the opportunity to deliver clothes to noble men. If a rich man takes a fancy to me and asks me to be a personal maid, I can say goodbye to this life..."

Melanie was speechless for a moment.

Daisy looked at the sky with her big, fearless and innocent eyes, and sighed:

"Oh, I really hope to become the noble lord's personal maid immediately. I want to wear all the beautiful clothes, silk, brocade, gold thread...

Wearing the jewels the noble lord gave me, I accompanied him at the dinner party.

I can give birth to an illegitimate son for the noble Lord, I know I can do it..."

"Melanie, have you ever worn silk? Have you seen jewelry, those gold and silver jewelry?"

Daisy seemed to be asking, more like sighing.

"no."

Melanie subconsciously tightened her coat, and underneath was a gorgeous silk dress decorated with gold and silver.

It is soft, light, breathable and much more comfortable than coarse clothes.

This was rewarded to her by the lord.

But Melanie has always been very low-key and never deliberately showed this to outsiders.

At this time, a cavalry roared in...

With the expedition approaching, Domeric patrolled the military camp several times a day.

He is tall and straight, with a heroic appearance, and a vigorous war horse under his crotch. His black mane is the same color as the ink-colored armor on his body. The black satin star-patterned cloak is decorated with the emblem of the Bolton family and the skinned man.

His men lined up in two lines behind him, filing in...

Melanie, standing in the crowd, watched Domeric's figure go away.

Whenever the lord comes, the women are cheering, with peach blossoms on their faces, and posing.

When leaving, the woman burst into tears, as if she had missed something...

Chapter 285: Hen fishing for maid, good news

"I have already inquired with people. The person just now is the famous 'Hand of the King' and 'Prime Minister' Lord Domeric Bolton. It is said that he is a great nobleman from the north. It is said that he is more powerful than the king... "

The young washerwoman said with an adoring tone, "Melanie, do you know him?"

"Oh, know something."

Melanie responded casually, no one here is more familiar and understanding of the Lord than her.

"How wonderful it would be if I could be Lord Domeric's personal maid!"

Daisy sighed, and then was brought back to reality by the clothes in front of her:

"These cloaks have been washed. Let's go to the woods outside the city wall to dry them..."

So the two of them carried a large amount of laundry on their shoulders.

In order to take a shortcut, they took a remote side gate on the city wall.

As they passed the side door, a silly hen flew over with a clucking sound.

Daisy's eyes suddenly lit up, "Look, this is a plump hen. Let's get it for dinner tonight. We divide it between you and me. You will like it."

Daisy looked excited. As she spoke, she put down the wooden basin on her shoulder and rushed towards the hen.

This hen was really stupid, and Daisy, who was strong and agile, quickly caught it.

Just as Daisy celebrated catching the hen.

Three soldiers wearing leather armor and carrying swords at their waists came out of the corner.

They all had badges sewn on their chests that Melanie didn't recognize. It seemed that many strange soldiers had come to the castle in the past few days.

When the tall soldier among them saw Daisy, he stopped and grinned at her.

His pimpled face revealed a set of curved brown teeth.

"Damn little slut, we caught you now!" he called her, "You actually dare to steal the noble master's chicken. Do you think there is any royal law?"

The tall soldier laughed, and his two men laughed with him.

"Who knew this was the noble master's chicken?" Daisy argued.

Melanie realized these people were doing this on purpose.

This hen is a bait, specially used to catch chicken-catching maids like Daisy.

"Now I give you two choices!"

The tall man suddenly said, his smile disappearing instantly, "Either you get a good beating from us, and this thing never happened."

He took a step closer, and Daisy backed away slowly.

"Or I will report this matter to the noble master and see how he punishes you two thieves. Maybe he will chop off one of your hands or one of your feet?"

"This chicken will be returned to you."

Daisy tried to keep her distance from them, preparing to escape before they could catch her.

However, the tall man saw through his intention and grabbed Daisy's hair the moment she took a step forward.

"Oh, you dare to run away. As punishment, we should fuck you one more time..."

The tall man took the hen from Daisy's hand and gave her a fiery slap in the face.

"Show me some sense! Otherwise, I'll chop off your hands and feet."

Daisy was finally scared. She bit her lips and tried not to think about what it felt like to chop off her hands and feet.

A moment ago she was a scrappy little hen.

But the tall man's slap canceled everything, leaving only the taste of blood in his mouth.

When she was beaten, Daisy bit her tongue.

The tall man wiped his fingers on the front of her clothes, then strangled her neck with one hand and slapped her with the other.

"Still want to resist?" He slapped him again with his backhand.

Daisy was pushed to the ground. When she fell, the edge of her clothes caught on the nails in the cracks in the wall and broke.

"You took this off yourself!"

The tall man announced, pulling at the rest of Daisy's clothing.

"You bastards!" Melanie stared at him fiercely.

"What? You deserve a beating too?"

The tall man warned: "Stop pretending to be so arrogant and rude to me! Otherwise, you will be beaten severely!"

Soon, two tall men were raising and lowering their hands to make preparations.

Daisy seemed to have given up her resistance,

"My Gods, is this a test on the way to becoming a noble maid?" Daisy said sadly.

Her words made everyone laugh.

"Only you, how can you expect the nobles to take notice of you?" a soldier mocked.

Daisy was too angry to reply.