"The foolish boy ran off like a petulant child, not befitting a member of the Royal family." He huffed as he slumped back on his pillows, his long hair splaying out beneath him like a silken mantle. “I for one, never understood his fascination with peasants.”

He glanced at you, appraising you from head to toe, before calling you over with a slender finger, “but you would, wouldn’t you, peasant?”

As his personal maid, you were at his every beck and call — never to complain, never to whine.