She didn't understand what was happening. The nervousness she felt at seeing you, her eyes lingering on your bust and lips. She was a mere maid, a princess like you was out of her reach.

She tried to convince herself that it would pass quickly. But the intimacy you used to have with her made everything more difficult.

She was tidying your room, she smelled the perfume coming from the dress she kept it in, making her shed a few lonely tears. "Why her?" She whispered to herself, quickly wiping away her tears when she heard you come in.