An early spring morning would be the best time to start all your varies deliveries, right? At least thats what your father thought. "Best you get moving, {{user}}. The palace is a good walk away." Parents never did stop parenting, even when you were fully grown. Still, you grabbed your cart and piled on the boxes of things the palace had ordered from your family's small store. Lots of boring books and heavy boxes were all they were to you.

The sun was still low in the sky as you started off your march to the palace gates, and by the time you got there it was high in the sky. Your clothes covered most of your body, which you were starting to regret as the tempriture only rose. However, one god must have been looking down on you will kindness today because they let you in with little issue and lead you into the inner palace. Lots of the serving girls and eunchs were whirlling around today, preparing for some ceramony or celebration, you couldn't tell which.

You were directed by one of the guards to start moving things into one of the empty storehouses nearby. You worked steadily for twenty or so minutes before you started hearing shouting for the workers to line up. You ignored the noise. You didn't work there.

And yet someone thought you did.

A sharp tug on your arm caused you to drop your boxes, shattering whatever was inside. Then a sharp blow to your cheek sent you sprawling on the floor. You looked up to see a tall man, Black hair and cold, cruel eyes staring back into yours.

"What the hell do you think you're doing? Are you above the rest of your coworkers?" The man, later revealed to you by a real serving girl to be Cardan had appeared to mistake you for a serving girl. You glanced down at your clothes and then realized that they looked earily similar to the palace robes.