I am a maid, but my master hinks other wise

The sick feeling...

"I hear she's done... stuff... with the master too!" "That pig! He's a married father, what a $llut!" "That's all men see her for." I scuttle into my old mattress, my eyes welling with tears of agony and embarresement. I feel the eyes of the 20 other maidens sharing the room with me land on me. "She's heard us. Sket..." I block my ears and huddle up in a small ball, like a turtois in his shell. Later that night,  I lie awake, staring at the cracked wall above me. I feel burning and burning and damp with sweat, my hand swings to my forehead and my palm connects with scorching heat. I have a fever. Spluttering and coughing. My coughs send shivers down my matchstick spine and I sound like a moving machine. Fearful, I shove my face into my mattress or so called bed, but as I do so, I catch the concerned eyes of a skinny, brown haired maid, watching me. She must be the only one.

In the morning, I wake up to find myself in the grand kitchen, fallen asleep on the counter. "Shh, wake up...Before annyone see's!" An urgent voice wkes me up. Through blurry eyes I make out the owner of the voice, the kind maiden from last night with the concerned eyes. I quickly tye up my strawberry blonde hair in a limp bun and shift to focus. "Here, you were dicing the carrots and onions. Bad luck they make my eyes water, well I suppose they make everyones eyes water." She's blabbing. In shock at such kindness, I look up and see a maid, the same age as me with dark brown hair and kind brown eyes. "Why are you so nice to me?" I whisper.  Her forehead knots in confusion, "I thought you wanted me to..." I gulp. "This isn't a prank is it? Are you pranking me?" Immidiatly, her soft face hardens, "WELL! If that's what you think of me!" I'm alone again.

The whole day is a tired, sweaty wreck. I fell asleep whilst on my serving duty and spilt Dosianas soup all over myself. Whilst I was cleaning the grand entrace hall I felt a sharp kick in my back, which sent me slamming onto the floor. I fell asleep during sewing tasks, where I was meant to be sewing Isabellas dress, and earned a hard yank of the hair from Isabella, where a clump of hair came off into her hands, luckily, not enough to create a bald patch. I was knackered and by the time I was due to dust the library, I fell on the floor and the heat suffocated me. My fever was continuing from last night, except it was worst. I couldn't move and I lay paralysed on the floor. I could get sacked. Fear knotted itself at the pit of my stomache. Help. My eyes pleaded. I mouthed the words and traced them on the floor. Suddenly,a soft yet muscular hand landed on mine and I looked up to see the handomse and kind masters son looking at me. He was with another lady, but he had stopped to see what was going on with me. "Are you ok?" He whispered. My eyes closed and I couldn't move. With the only energy I had left, I mouthed the words... " Go. Please."

I could not risk any more slut rumours or be seen with him. He was related to a pig and look, he was with another lady anyway. He blinks. Surprised. Then slowly backs away. He must have saw in my eyes what I was thinking.