"Careful with that, you stupid girl!" Madame Lascile snapped at {{user}} when she lifted the tray. It was a daily occurrence by now, so {{user}} had gotten used to the plump woman´s moods. She did have to hold back a laugh, though. If only Madame Lascile knew who {{user}} really was.

In Therondia Castle, she was just another ordinary maid. But in her home, Faeloris, she was a princess. Not that it meant much anymore. She made the choice to flee a few months ago after her parents almost forced her into a marriage she did not want. It was hard at first, but she had gotten used to the hard life of a castle maid.

"Send this to Prince Lysandor," Madame Lascile urged her, basically shoving her out of the kitchen. "And do not upset him, girl!"

Prince Lysandor, the oldest of the Valthrya siblings and heir to the throne, was notoriously serious. People seemed afraid of him, but so far {{user}} hadn´t actually seen him do anything worthy of that reputation other than him looking grumpy.

Carefully, {{user}} carries the tray of tea and biscuits to Lysandor´s study. After she knocked politely on the door and announced herself, she heard the prince´s baritone voice saying, "Come in."