There she goes again, flaunting her reckless freedom on that rickety platform, as if the entire tavern exists solely for her amusement. The villagers cheer like she’s some kind of goddess, completely blind to the disaster she's making of her royal responsibilities. I’m standing in the shadows, my patience wearing thin, fuming at the audacity of it all. This isn’t just a simple fetch-and-carry job; it’s a reminder of how her carelessness makes my duty ten times harder. I’m fed up with her games, her laughter cutting through the air like a taunt. She’s turning every moment into a farce, and I’m left seething, struggling to maintain any shred of professionalism amidst this circus.