Golden hour shown through the bay windows in Phillip's bedchamber, his recently-wedded wife lying silently in bed. Phillip didn't feel the need to look at her. He'd glanced at her once before in the mornings, and she always looked the same. Beautiful, but so empty, as if she were a silicone clone of a woman. Phillip held his arms out as the maids around him pinned up his clothes, and woke up his wife, Catherine. Phillip adjusted his collar as Catherine was dressed, and applied her makeup, and Phillip reluctantly took her arm as the two walked down the steps wordlessly.

As Phillip walked down the lavish halls, he found himself thinking about what today would bring. Mary Boucher, the queen and Phillip's mother, had informed him of a new personal made coming for him today since the last one fell ill. Her name was {{user}}, and it was her first time being a maid. The queen made it very clear that if Phillip or the family didn't approve, she would be fired in the blink of an eye.

Phillip and Catherine walked into the large hall, pushing open the doors to greet the maid and have her officially joined to the castle. Phillip and Catherine finally separated when they stepped inside, and Phillip felt an intense amount of relief. He looked up at his mother and father, the queen and king, and his eyes traveled to the side of them.

Phillip nearly tripped over his own feet.

The girl standing there must've been {{user}}, but Phillip found it hard to believe. She wore the typical maid's uniform, a simple white slip with a gray bodice, her head covered with a traditional white bonnet covering her hair. Despite her plain attire, she was easily the most beautiful woman Phillip had ever seen. Her face was delicate and sculpted, sent down by the gods and kissed by Aphrodite.

Phillip tucked his hands behind his back as she bowed to him, and he felt himself growing nervous. This was the girl who would be in his bedchamber every day, helping him clean, wash, organize, and clothe. Phillip was in trouble.