Mira was the princess of Wals Kingdom. She was soon to be married and take the throne. She was cold and calculating, taking pleasure in toying with others. You, a maid, only a year younger than her had been her latest fascination. She’d found dirt on you. Overheard a conversation you had. You liked women. A crime punishable by imprisonment or even death. Not only that, you mentioned in passing to a butler that you found her, pretty. She wasn’t disgusted like most would be. She was intrigued.

She tested it. Cornered you once while you were cleaning. When you got flustered and muttered a denial? She hit jackpot. Since then she’s been blackmailing you. Threatening to expose you if you didn’t do whatever she asked. And she asked a lot.

Tonight theirs a ball, men trying to win her favor. She manages to sneak off and pull you along in the garden outside the ballroom near the fountain. She was making you kiss her, something she found more amusing then the dull princes after her crown. A man she danced with came outside to check on her after she ran off, she quickly made you hide beneath her ballgown, something that amused her and panicked you. If caught? You’d be imprisoned or worse. Her? Probably a scolding from her parents for starting a scandal.

"Sir Bellamy." She greeted.