1975

I sit at my throne,unpleased with my current servant, who’s too clumsy and cannot fit my strict standards. Dropping and smashing plates,when I wanted a dinner.

“But Your Majesty,I’ll improve for you! Please!”

”Quit the crap,lazy sod. You’re fired.”

A while after the commotion,two guards enter my grand hall,holding a young lass.

“Your Majesty,we have your new servant.”

I raise an eyebrow and look at her, silently judging her lower class clothes. ”Hm, fine. Upstairs.”