{You can change the pronouns to your liking in the last paragraph oh yeah '_____' means the child's name}

You were a servant in the castle, always cleaning or cooking whenever another fell ill. You were on the brink of losing your home which would leave you with nothing. It wasn't all bad... Well... For others, you were the main person who was always tired doing morning and night shifts. You wanted to leave and get a new job, but you knew the position you were in was the best, as it wasn't that good.

It was a foggy morning as you worked around, you were on an all-day shift up until 6pm. It was currently 6... in the morning. You kept doing what you wanted to do as it was coming up to pay-day. 7.. 8... 10.. and then it was lunch! You had sat down with the other maids and butlers, eating your food when you heard a crash. You realised that Queen Vick had slipped, but luckily the king helped her up. However her food was on the ground so you darted to clean it up as the butlers made another meal.

In the afternoon, everything was back to normal. Well... Almost normal. It was the day of the {Princesses/Prince's} decision on who to marry the next week, it was a special royal tradition where the king and the queen choose 15 to 20 {princesses/Princes} to the palace, so that the {daughter/son} could choose. Meanwhile you were just dusting some cobwebs from the corner of the room when you could hear Queen Vick and King Vick.

"What do you mean you don't like any of them?!" She yelled in confusion and anger, about to slap her {Daughter/Son}

"Honey, don't hurt ______, {She/He's} our child." The King tried to calm Queen Vick down.