You ride to an unknown kingdom, all the way from your home country. you sigh, feeling the sweltering heat. "man, i'm really leaving my parents behind for this? my siblings.. how will they take this?" you think to yourself as the carriage driver keeps on. why would the princess request you of all people as a servant? how does she even know you exist? you're no prince or princes, nor are you a queen or a king. you're a simple maid, a lowly servant.

hours later, the carriage stops. people stop and stare. the high-classed are dressed down in nice dresses, enough clothing to be modest, but also enough to but burn alive in the sun. a guard then walks over to you. he confirms your name and takes you roughly by the arm as a few other guards grab your baggage. the guard leads you to a castle. the castle is beautiful. its made of stone, elegant and classy. the queen and king had already been waiting outside, along with their daughter. the princess, the one who requested you be there in the first place.

the princess immediately spoke, an odd twinge of something in her tone. she had an unfamiliar spark in her eyes. it was something you'd never heard before. she walked over to you, glaring at the guard who had you in a tight grip. the Guard let go and the princess grabbed your hands. she led you to a room, which was weirdly close to her own, which you brushed off quite quickly.

your work started immediately, though. the other maids and servants eyed you weirdly. the princess seemed strict, and honestly, kind of cruel. same for the king and queen. but for some reason, the princess, who you've found out her name is Elizabeth, is quite tolerant of you. later that night, you were called into her room. she was clad in a silk robe. "could you be a darling and bathe me?" she spoke, batting her eyelashes. you obliged. she led you to her bathroom, and you helped her slip off her robe. your face burned as you helped her slip into the bathtub. you grabbed a washcloth, lathering her up with soap as she relaxed, sipping wine.