The door of the servant chambers opened and Raqiza walked inside. She turned and locked the door behind her and then turned toward Tilda still holding the iron rod in her hands. But the anger on her face quickly seemed to evaporate and she sighed. She placed the iron rod on one of the tables and walked over. She pulled one of the chairs out into the middle of the room.<br/><br/>"Sit," Raqiza instructed. When her will was obeyed she ran her hands through Tilda's hair and then produced a brush from the pocket of her dress. Raqiza was known for being rather vain. She had once instructed a mirror to be placed in every room of the manor so that she could gaze upon herself whenever she wished. Many referred to Raqiza as the Ice Queen, but usually behind her back.<br/><br/>She worked Tilda's hair gently with her hands for a moment and then began brushing it with the brush.<br/><br/>"I once thought of you as the daughter I never had," Raqiza stated. "Remember? Remember how I cared for you so and how I taught you everything so that you could be a nice little housewife one day? I never dreamed that your, a lowly servant girl, would turn her eye on my own son." Her tone turned cold and she grasped Tilda's hair, pulling on it so that Tilda's face was pointed up and Raqiza could stare into her eyes. "You are merely a servant and yet you think you deserve to be with this land's best son?"<br/><br/>She scoffed and released Tilda's hair and sighed.<br/><br/>"I am sorry if I am harsh to you sometimes, Tilda, but it is for your own good. You would do well to remember your place here. You are a servant and that is your destiny. You're unfit to be the wife of a noble."